Only in a thoroughly unrelated world can we poison nature without conscience, neglect our children and the poor, and righteously slay thousands of enemy soldiers because we don't have the patience or imagination for negotiation.

In a story told in many traditions and versions; a man is crouched over the ground at night under a lamppost obviously looking for something.  A passerby asks, “Have you lost something?”, “Yes, my key,” he says.  “Did you lose it here?”  “No”, he says, “over there, but there's light over here.”