Day 14,591:
I'm starting to lose hope.
It's becoming terribly clear that, even if I unravelled the "Right Answers", true solutions to their conflicts...they would not DO them.
I could package up the workings of the Universe, wrapped in a bow--leave it on these creatures' doorstep--and they'd kick it into the shrubbery on their way out to the bar.
You might as well send someone else. I'll give them my notes; maybe they can break through that last wall. Apathy? Perversity? Or, perhaps the reptilian-based brain is just too dominant.
I think we should abort this mission.