text: Out in a dusty field stood one solitary man. Perfectly alone he pondered upon the complex series of events that had led him to that moment. “How quaint,” he smiled. “How quaint that after such chaos, I now stand alone in a dusty field.” All day he pondered. Utterly comfortable, his remarks on the field began to turn sour. “This field...” he mused, “this dusty field, ‘tis but grass and dust. How grand a curse from the gods that I now stand alone in a dusty field.” Day grew to night and still the man pondered. Now as he lay down in the soft, embracing grass, his face grew red. “For all that’s holy!” he yelled. “For all that’s holy I do so state in no uncertain terms my displeasure for the events that led to how I now stand alone in a dusty field!” The sun rose to light a new day and the man’s smile returned. He tipped his hat to the field and made his way out the gate and down the road. He never looked back. He was happy.