You believe the computer is run by magic because you're the equivalent of an Amish person faced before a computer and you can't comprehend how the complex mechanisms inside function, so you believe it's a miracle from God.

Millions--billions--of people in the world are undereducated dumbfucks who need an imaginary friend to hold their hand so they can continue their perfunctory existence where they wake up, go to work, come home, make spaghetti for dinner, take a shower, watch television, and go to sleep because they lack the mental willpower to exist on their own and acknowledge that someone up there is not guiding everything they do, so they better fucking control their own life because when they lay in the middle of a road at midnight, God's not going to make the cars swerve to the side.

I'm going to whip you in the temple with your dookie chain.