Okay then, it's kind of like buying some tamales on the street because the vendor convinced you that they were super delicious and one of a kind. When you get home, you heat them up and unwrap the hot steaming tamales but then a homeless man knocks on your front door asking for some food as he hasn't eaten in days and will soon die from starvation. You give him the tamales and he goes on his way thanking you. A couple days later you find yourself sitting on the edge of your bed wondering how those tamales tasted, for the vendor who sold them is now gone. You eventually slip into a deep depression never knowing how those tamales tasted. A week later after you have formed a cult you convince them to all commit mass suicide with you. It's kind of like that. Kind of.