Those people who are here to create different environments that overlap and connect and interact with each other, in order to transform the culture around us, are often called artists. Sanford Batund was this kind of person. His family had endlessly teased him, his friends had always followed him, and his colleagues never once appreciated him. To see one's past, present and future as Sanford had, is to find some sort of eternal joy and pain in a snake dance to death. But when he turned 35, however, he found that the love of a woman can be as intoxicating as the love of Mother Earth, only without all of the convenient ways out of getting out of sticky situations.
At 5:45 in the morning, on a soon to be sunny day, Sanford leaned back in his favorite rocking chair that sat amidst the Blue Mountains, and chuckled so loud that even the beans took notice. That was four years ago, and was no coincidence that the very same day was Talk Like A Pirate Day, or better known as the day that William Golding liked to reflect how democracy was insisted on and rebelled against on the same day.