There once lived a man who unexpectedly stepped out of the world and turned to himself. The world was just a show for him. It was funny at times, sad at times, but it was just dull and dreary most of the time. The same old… Thus he focused inward. Well acquainted with the life of men like him in the past, he sought inner peace and wisdom. He sought enlightenment. But then he realized that the world around him was facing trouble. Real trouble. Actually, it was facing collapse and devastation. The man thus tried to pass onto others what he saw coming, but nobody paid him any attention. Although he did not crave attention, he was perplexed by the world’s innocence of its future. He did want to help others, and yet enlightenment remained his only true goal. Trying to understand the conundrum facing him, he did his best to come up with a simple story describing his condition, but the story reminded him of so many men before him. It struck him as threadbare, if not also dull and dreary. Surprised, he whispered to himself: “de te fabula narratur.” Every once in a while, he would repeat to himself: “de te, de te…” And he was overcome by sadness for so many men like him who had lived in the past. But he was even sadder about the men like him who would live in the future.