Funny how I have hunches and they're often correct. When I'm right, there's a conceited happiness about being right; but I'm usually right about something that is often not something to be happy about. The grass has finally died on one side, and now I can see that the side I'm on is the side I should stay on. At the same time, will others see that their side is officially no longer alive and they should jump back on the side I'm on? Psh, who knows. It's up to them how long they want to stay in their own little world.