You up for it, or am I going in again? Please note, by the way, there is only one correct answer to this question. - K. A. Bedford

When Dickhead was a little kid, he had this, hmm, 'religious experience', I suppose you'd call it. For all we know his little wee brain might just have had a stroke or some damn thing. Upshot, though, was he thought an actual angel appeared before him, and told him all kinds of neat but apocalyptic stuff about the universe, about God's decision to start over, and that only the very few, the Chosen, could be part of it, and thus find out about the Final Secret of the Cosmos."
"But that's bullshit, surely.

“Spider, please, sit. I will explain everything.”
“You’ll explain everything. Fine. Great!” Spider said, but inside, in his mind, he was thinking, Bag and cat have now parted company.

He’d lived with a mad sculptress for long enough that he knew (believed, really) that much of what passed for art these days was bullshit, all naked emperors and nobody commenting on it. In any case, as soon as he registered, “ah, sculpture”, he lost interest and looked away.