Pouring through the window, the blue explosion from the lightning illuminated the candle lit room. It had been raining for some time now but the storm showed no signs of letting up any time soon.

Soon I will be done with the troubles of the world. The old man working in the dimly lit room thought to himself as he finished the first chapter of his thesis on life. Those fools, he thought, they will never understand...never.

As the sun rose and cleared the morning fog from the grove, a small group of bohemians enters the small circle of trees. Taking their place next to the small lake that fills half of the grove, one of these rapscallions takes out a bag of marijuana and goes on to roll the contents of the bag into a joint. Sparking up the homemade cigarette, the group begins to willfully inhale the smoke that is produced from the burning white stick. Becoming quite inebriated a discussion of the meaning of it all ensues.

"Dude, its like are we real or are we like just someone else's dream?" One from the group asks as he passes the joint along. Continuing on he states: "But if where just someone else's like what happens when the dreamer wakes up. If the dreamer never wakes do you think we would just like go on for ever."

In response to this another of this group spoke. "But dude you have to wake-up. You gotta go to school and stuff."

"OK then dude like what is life all about then."

"Like it's like whatever. You just gotta cultivate your garden so you can get some primo weed." The second person said in finishing the conversation.

As the echo from the pounding at the door subsided, the old man took up the candle that had been trying its hardest to light the room. With candle in hand, the old man made his way out of the room that he had been working and into the hallway leading towards the door. Shadows filled the hallway and then disappeared as the old man made his way to the door.

"Who disturbs me on such a dreary night as this?" The old man asked through the door.

"It is but a poor young lad in need of a place to rest for the night." Stated a voice from the other side of the door. Feeling no threat from such a feeble voice, the old man opened the door and let the what looked to be an emaciated little excuse for a human into the house.

"Well?" The old man questioned in a stern voice.

"Sorry to disturb you at such an obscenely late hour but I have no place to go and... and..." The boy broke down into tears. Realizing that he would never get any work done if this boy continued to whimper, the old man took the boy in and ushered him to the bathing room.

"You may clean yourself here and I will bring you a fresh pair of clothes." The old man instructed the boy as he went to get some clean cloths for the boy. The boy, realizing that this old man had not been trained in the ways of the clergy, felt safe and removed his soaking rags and started the water.

Finishing his bath and putting on the cloths that had been placed on the sink in the Bathing room, the boy slowly exited the room into a large hallway where he met the old man. Not saying a word, the old man ushered the young boy to the dinning hall where to the boy's surprise was warm meal waiting to be eaten. Wasting not but one second, the boy sat down at the table and began to eat the meal.

"So, why have you run away?" The old man said to the boy who realized that this old man was wise beyond his years to have figured out how he came to be here.

"Well, sir, I just could not take it anymore. Cardinal George had instructed me in the ways of human nature once to often and I just could not take it anymore."

"So you're affiliated with the church. I hope they have not brain washed you with their ideas on why we are all here for you do know that the real reason that we are all in existence? Of course you would not; no one except me truly understands. Quite frankly my young boy the basic reason that we are even having this conversation is because of complex statistical mathematics." Began the old man as the boy sat in his chair and ate his meal not paying any attention to the old man.

"Why, oh, why Lord, are all of these evil people having good lives? In the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen and Amen." Thought the Bishop of Our lady of the Sister to the Cousin of the Clean Pregnancy Church as he finished his daily prayers. Obviously bothered by the notion of bad people having good things happen unto themselves, the Bishop sought advice from the local Cardinal.

Pulling up to the Cardinals estate, the Bishop exited his Roles Royce and humbly approached the door to this great house.

"Come in! Come in! My, my it has been ages since I've last seen you." Said man who seemed to be in his mid twenties and at an earlier time spent quite a lot of time with the Bishop. Startled by the greeting and the greeter, the Bishop entered the house, avoiding eye contact with the doorman at all costs.

"If you would be so kind as to escort me to the Cardinal's study." Stated the Bishop. Walking into the Cardinals study, the doorman closed the door leaving the Bishop and the Cardinal alone.

"We've lost another one." Stated the Cardinal

"I'm sorry sir...lost another what?"

"Another boy has run off on us. It wouldn't be so bad but he was the best of the bunch. Sit, Sit, you look disturbed. What is troubling you Dickens?"

"Well, George, I just can't understand how good things can happen to evil people. I know it may seem trivial but its making me wonder if God is really in control of this ever spinning play ground in which we live in."

"No, Dickens this is not a trivial question at all. I, myself, have struggled with this same question. Who is that?" George asked as he looked out of the window. Looking out the window, the Bishop could see a small group of heathens sitting next to the lake on the Cardinal's property. "Those damn heathens! They were here yesterday. Will they never learn? May God smite them in all of their folly." George said as he picked up the phone and called security instructing them to apprehend the group and bring them to him. "Now, where was I...Ah, yes. What you have to realize Dickens is that God is all God and can do no evil so therefore every once and a while a good thing will happen to an evil person so as the evil person may have the experience of what God is truly like. Do you understand? Let me explain further...no, no let me sum up. God is good. Some people are evil. To show how good He really is God does good things for these evil people." George finished as a knock at the door to his study made a very dramatic ending to the Cardinals speech. The Cardinal spoke again and gave whomever knocked permission to enter.

"Dude, you know how we where like talking about life and junk. Well, I was kinda thinkin' that what if where not a dream but what if we are independent creatures that have created ourselves and in which we would have no like need for a supreme being to rule over us." Said one of the bohemians to the rest of the group, who after hearing his comment just sat stunned. So stunned in fact that they did not even notice the two men dressed in security uniforms approaching.

The next morning the old man took the young boy out for a walk so as to further explain the facts of how humans exist. While on this existential trip the boy and the old man were met by two men dressed in security uniforms and a group of poorly dressed individuals.

"What are you two doing on the Cardinals land." Asked on to the men dressed in a security uniform.

"We are just enjoying the Earth in all its randomness." Said the old man.

"What do you think we should do Lenny." Said one guard to the other.

"Lets just take them to the Cardinal. You remember what happened last time this happened."

"Yes, we will take them." Stated the second guard.

Entering the Cardinal's study, a look of surprise fell upon the Cardinal's face.

"So, there you are. To think you showed such promise and now I find with a group of hippie philosophers." The Cardinal said as he saw the young boy enter the study.

"Dude, who are you calling philosophers. I prefer the title deep thinker. And where do you get off saying this brat is with up he was with the old dude over there." Said one of the bohemians trying to defend himself.

"My name is Elbert Ainstien if you please," corrected the old man.

"All of you should be quiet, you have no right to even speak to me but I have humbled myself to speak to you in hopes of teaching you which is the right path to take in life." Said the Cardinal, interrupting the old man.

Now this argument continued on for quite some time...

...And just as the Cardinal, the Bishop, the old man, the boy, and the group of stoners began to resolve their conflicts a meteor fell from the sky and killed them all revealing who has control over this group of pompous miscreant and even what there purpose in life was. The being that was in control of this group is of course the writer of this story and the whole purpose of their existence was to be made fun of and die.