[Crowbob]

I took a few philosophy classes back in college. One of the professors was the absolute caricature of the nutty, disheveled and absent-minded old philospher whose office was essentially a mound of papers and books surrounding a form-fitting, over-stuffed leather armchair just like you'd imagine. His desk was also somewhere in there I assume.

He was the funniest, kindest old guy who for some unknown reason latched on to one of my stoopid essays and invited me to his office. Why, to this day, I haven't a clue.

Anyways, we just chatted about wild mushrooms, space travel and how so sadly we are surrounded by idiots. What I eventually figured out was that he was trying to show me how to see life with a broader perspective.

And life moved us both on.

One day years later I went back to his office to affirm the inevitable; that he had long passed. Beneath a plaque in his honor are the words:

'You're welcome.'