The man. The storm. The sound, and the fury. I want to know so much more. I want to understand the world. I want to be selectively ominiscient. Why do generations question the future with history in the past? Why do religious factions not resolve fights mimicking preschool sandbox skirmishes? How simple is an apology? Will 3 trillion dollars put a man on Mars? When and where does my conscience gain confidence? What is the depth perception of a flock of migrating greese in v-formation on a rainy day? How will posterity assess the current state of the union? Why does sleep deprivation cause hallucinations? Is cheesecake, cake or a plateau of cheese curd? How long is a Biblical day? What is the secret of life? Why did Pandora let terror out of the box? Innocent curiosity. Innate evil of the human soul. Forbidden tempation. Oedipus or Electra complex. Unforeseen disaster. Ever the philosophical voice, Oscar Wilde reposing one arm on a pianoforte, the other holding a glass half full, or empty, of Major's cognac, once said "You know more than you think you know just as you know less than you want to know." ...Am I a twenty first century Pandora, flirting with premature knowledge destined to self-destruct in .08 seconds or a Wilde, adjusting the stray hairs of an unkempt moustache with irksome precision?