He took the trail, a dirt path off the road that, in the far distance, penetrated into a vast expanse of trees and vegetation.  He had been bored ever since he recognized that his deep and unique insights into life’s matters were being commonly thought up by others around, and so he thought of a change in environment.  He would change venue, learn to look in a different way, and return with new insights.  He hadn’t gone far down the trail when he sensed that the trees were at a greater distance from him than he had hoped for, and that his pace to them either needed to be sped up or, even, in a surrender to facts, slowed down.  So, he stopped.  He took a look around.  To the left were industries and their workers, and, to the right, at the base of tree-covered hills, were management and their heirs, just as he had been taught in school.  He had also been taught that the trees to which the trail was taking him were dying.  He stood there, stayed there, past his mother’s curfew, till police came looking for him.  He allowed himself to be taken since, by then, it was night, and he could see nothing but the shimmering lights on either side of the darkness.