As though it were a bull inside a ceramics shop there appeared to be no exit or entry. Instead, from across a great plain, a man emerged and said unto us, “Be not of man for man is beset by his fears.” It took us months to determine what exactly it was that this man meant and months further to determine what we meant. We spun around and wondered. We pondered and pointed. We aimed and missed. It was all a game we played until we passed out in front of the television that day across from the golf course. Oh…the memories of that Louisiana homestead.