Ambiance and Objective Altruism 1

Somewhere a crackling and bassless radio is struggling to play light, careless, classic country music over the sound of an old truck’s motor…. the road stretches straight, through endless fields and under many canopies of tall, old, spruce trees. Like the radio and the truck, the driver is cracked and worn and dirty. Within his rough, lined, and corroded body exist memories of hard labor and simple, yet rewarding, accomplishments. At the end of this beautiful road waits a warm home, and a soft bodied woman; a sharp contradiction to the world in which he exists eighty percent of his waking hours…a simple reward for simple tasks; but relatively speaking, a treasure beyond all treasures…