When the young lad saw the wagon, he knew must someday be his. Its shiny exterior, its soft wooden interior! This was truly a tool of the gods themselves! The boy yearned for this wagon, he didn't just want it, he needed it. Unfortunately, it was truly a tool of the gods themselves, and they didn't like sharing.

It came and then it went. It went and then it came. To and fro, back and forth, never ending. What is this thing that simply goes and comes, comes and goes? This is the question asked. Is it a pendulum? The tides? The orbits of the moon? The planets? The galaxy? The universe itself? Is it a tiny atom, vibrating in its place? An electron? What is this thing that comes and goes, goes and comes? This is the question asked. The answer is simple.