The only one who can is posting here once again.

Soft-handed, soft-headed children in adult bodies everywhere! Scared to live! Scared to die! Souls crying out for real experience while trapped in a prison lazy, entitled flesh!
You can sit there & tell me about the films you seen, but nothing of your own experiences, because You’ve had none. Which leads to your dull interpretations of art, which was made by those of us who are actually alive.

This is directed at absolutely nobody here. But, if you felt a sting, take note. Make change.