“What’s your name.” We are of the same ilk, and should very well know, but he hadn’t used a ruler to make his blueprint, and thus was weeded out and tossed on the street. Someone comes along and breaks something every day without fail. “If that’s the case, let’s leave the musical score spread open so that everyone can hear.” A cricket peers out from the muddy ditch, waiting for a response to his chirping. “You must know my name,” I am asked, and disappear from sight. I was running straight through a field, flustered, when I fell into a muddy ditch between the grass. Like pouring freshly drawn water right into the well, a voice is heard shouting loudly from afar. Tears are probably overflowing from his eyes. “Can you see me? If you don’t hurry there will be no one left awake!”