This story revolves around a little village in times past that rested peacefully on the side of a great mountain. Normally, the town would be of little note, and no scholar, no matter how studious, would find its name amongst all the annals of history. Yet it is the stories forgotten by history and remembered…

Ever since I was a little boy, my parents trained me quite vigorously to look both ways before crossing the street.  I agree that when we become men and women, we must put childish ways behind us, but to this childish practice I have clung most tightly.  When I became old enough to drive, I…