My brother went nuts for a while. I mean, needing extensive electro-shock therapy nuts. At his worst, he told me, "I know they're there because I can't see them." The absence of proof is proof, and proof is...proof, unless it's challenging your proof, in which case...it proves the conspiracy. At a certain point, you can't even try to reason with that. You just step back, hope that the inevitable explosion is as wreckage-minimal as possible, and be there for them on the other side, if they ever come out of it. My brother did, reverting to his usual nuttiness rather than his once-a-decade ultra-nuttiness. The electricity really helped, so it must've been A432, right?