Reflecting on such a nonsense for a whole week is completely normal ; you can easily start by being silent too. And then, speak to her very nicely. She'll "listen" to you in her own mystical way. Then if she considers your request worthy of it, she'll send her army of old greek writers. They are pretty good writers. Everyday, they gather along the skyline to defeat the heat and celebrate the moon. Yet the moon is helpless. He takes the Duvel bottle that is standing on the right side of the bar. He throws it at a random person and it kills the barman.