 And the longer I stayed inside, the quieter they would get. And I didn't like that very much. Why not? I would have thought that would be a relief. I mean, it was sort of nice at first, being able to listen to the sounds around me rather than the angels. But then it just became lonely. My art suffered. I didn't realize how much inspiration the angels were giving me. What do you mean by that? How were they giving you inspiration?