 and I think you make a decision between light and darkness. There's a man called Jean Paul Richter, a German writer, he's dead now, but he said that he was born in the Black Forest, his father was a woodcutter, and they lived in a small hut, and there was a pile of manure outside their door always, because his father had horses to drag the lumber, and he went out one morning when he was two and a half, three, about two and a half or three years,