A young, playful little boy lay daydreaming, one evening, by the river banks, unaware of the deeply hidden struggles within his own being. Within there was only wars of great catastrophic proportions. They were only struggles known to one man. Yet, never known to the young boy that he once was. The young boy did not have the wisdom, nor the knowledge to understand these most complicated factors, the struggles of life. .
He began as an unconcerned, carefree spirited child. Playing and more playing was the basis of his schedule, with occasional changes in that schedule for breakfast, lunch, and supper. He and his friends would go out by the river bank and develop new strategies of playing which was a game in itself. He felt that the purpose children were created was to play and create playing. Without this, he felt, there would not be any reasons for more children. This philosophy, once praised by the young boy, came to a standstill when this same, playful little boy lay daydreaming, one evening, by the river banks. .
The air was unusually brisk on this evening. The sun bore a deeper tint of red than usual, with it's horizon glowing bright purple, and the combination of colors reflected intensely off of the river. It was this evening that the war began. Deep within his mind the boy began to ask questions that before seemed frivolous. Maybe it was the brisk air, or the beauty of sun that created these questions of change. What ever it was caused a reaction of conflicting thought processes that did not end until a man was created out of the frivolous play of a young, playful boy by the river banks. .
