First to complete their assignment, the terror of middle school runs out into the field and makes circles with extended arms.

Suddenly, and of course without warning, a bell rings in the distance. Solitary chants portending an event worth seeing draws a sketch of a comedy with a happy ending, strolling merrily down a sunlit lane.

Manifestations of creatures yet to be created enter the young scientists imagination. Restructuring the environment to complete this vision will take hard work, but doesn't seem to be a very complicated problem.

Lastly the other children run out of the classroom and join our hero. Prince Igor is the last to emerge, shrouded in secrecy and doubt. Is the sun truly out this day, or is this but an illusion created by the demons which rule the world and are waiting to smash his hopes and dreams?

Still waiting for a sign, the monk lowers his gaze from the beauty of a simple gesture. How can one live with such beauty?