These people here, log on this station, are not ordinary people. They come, cause an incident, then they leave. Devotional India has something to offer here, like peace of mind, I’m a peaceful soul. But the predator whoever built this lure, then the lair, the hive, knows that we want to live, and not die, specially after coming here, cause that’s what we fear the most in life. So I pray to the God, Bhagwan. But that is something we could choose, before we came here, also more importantly that the predator isn’t a God, and would kill only. “All of us are going to die here.”

Yet in this jungle is the glimmer of hope, of a different kind of a species that might have a lure, ready for us, which we might find easier to sustain survive and exit. People who have entered the current lair, and took too much from the predator, know that they are going to die, they were dirty with its log. You might be a clean guy, a loner, who won’t die for his people, your God now maybe different from ours. Best. Ripley