In the end Scarab, we are all just artists, even those of us who come in from other fields such as pharmacy, business management, or coding. It seems, there is no soul so filled with passion, anxiety, darkness and light, as that of the soul of artists and scientists. And despite the fact the world insists on viewing both professions as being non-political beasts, if we sense that something is about to change to endanger the existence of that which we all love, we will all fight to our dying breath... but after a very short while, most of the artists and scientists begin to realize the sky did not fall, the world did not come to a screeching halt, poser still boots up most times on first try, Posette still looks like Barbie, and renders fine if you pull her legs just so ;P Tempests in a teapot. Nothing to seriously worry over.