Cars are analogues to astral aspects of our beings, including-but-not-limited-to their freedom and mobility.  Their   aesthetics are also a concern.  When you use a car for a long enough time, you leave an imprint of your 'soul' in its metal container, and so its energy-field somewhat resembles you for those who can 'read' & know you already.. however, it's half-dead-and-alive kinda like the 'airplanes' that can't really fly..

That's just one thing that makes cars an attractive virus.

The other is actual and physical mobility, which allows you to get to work on time so that they don't fire you after 20 years for not adhering to their strict rules to the T and taking some time off for yourself at an unprescripted moment, so that you can #wage-slave at their product, which is likely an addictive and yet meaningless physical correlate to something spiritual which we're lacking, due to, among other eventualities, having to work so much, meanwhile a) stealing the earth's resources for the gathering of materials, b) exploiting other nations to get them to give up the resources and/or land and/or the cheap labor of their children and wives, c) in some cases replacing precious (& cosmically rare) genetic variation with mono-cultures, d) wasting land and sea where the debris from our temporary abuse collects, e) exploiting or ravaging the environment for the manufacturing of these products, f) exploiting or ravaging the environment from the products of the waste itself, and g) manipulating our unconscious minds by using an ever-accumulating acumen originally inspired by the nephew of a genius and benefactor, Freud, in order to make us think that we want their products even more while we work for them..

In advertizing, they have something called "parity," which is a code-word for 'Truth', and they use it to justify their indecision by using the term "near-parity" a lot to give themselves a collective pat-on-the-back when they do something nice...

So, you know, like.. the only complicated part of this equation is whom to kill.
Aren't we lucky lighters are somewhat precise by now, due to some training already?

btw, gary Numen wrote an 'interesting' song about cars you may want to read, and he's pretty weird.  i would bet on him being pretty weird for one of the main reasons of having to write that song about what cars are or might be..
and if it's any consolation for my disrespect of him, the opening of "Absolution" is one of the best things I've ever heard in music or anywhere else with the possible exception of some women's voices.

After thinking about this post for a while, we concluded that the Sun was definitely not being #ironic when he said, "the only question in this equation is whom to kill" directly following a statement about advertisers.

inhahe figured, with the help of some woman's intuition long-ago, that it wasn't wrong to assume that Bill Hicks *paid* for his duty to hate advertizers with pancreatic cancer instead of assuming that he was just wrong because of the *fact* that he got it and died, even *despite* his articulate ending messages..  "There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves."  Death is relative, and some  _serious_ advertizers & advertizing agents are gonna find out ..allllllllll.. about it.