The woeful ballads sung his praise, The way he bought his grace. Not Almighty was of help,yet he Made his fate. People know his name as Joe, Yet unknown of his woe. The slender limbs and growling tummy Hide in his tattered dress. Clanking

What if everything that seemed random could be credited to human ignorance of an underlying process? What if every stone on every path, every speck of dust, even every atom is a contributing factor to your future, the world’s future and maybe the uni