Man, under-destruction?

 When I woke up this morning, I had expected a mundane Sunday, where I would simply start off my day with a batch of fresh-made french toast (which I like to dress up with various ingredients, toppings and colors.......I tend to get bored with my food) and a cup of kick-you-in-the-head-'til-you-see-stars black coffee, followed an afternoon of "vegetating" in front of my T.V., channel surfing because I really have nothing better to do on a Sunday. So, after breakfast, I log on to Facebook to find my friend or homegirl re-posting "inspirational" quotes on her wall, though some might argue her misinterpretation of the term "inspirational".  When discussing this among ourselves, homegirl told me that they were a representation of how some people believed that it was a shame to be so cynical at such a young age, but she confided that it was just, and I quote, "fucking smart". Of course, that pretty much sums her up. She is a smart young lady wit

 I once heard a story when I was 16. I think it was some random anecdote that was meant to impart some wisdom while at the same time mildly entertain the audience. If there's no objection, I'd like to share this tale....   There once were two neighboring farmers who lived on their respective plots of land. Being the hard-working sort, both would be working their land from sun-up to sun-down, toiling and tilling, hoping to get an honest reward for an honest days labor. Everyday, like clockwork, both farmers would meet at the fence that divided their lands, pausing to speak with each other, swapping stories, talking about their lives and just conversing with one another. This went on for many years, until one day, they had an argument of some kind, resulting in them walking away being rather cross with each other. That night, both farmers had a dream, where a light told them to go out to the fence and to hammer a single nail on their side of it. The next day, both of them went t