One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with my tripod. Many photographs from my life flashed across the sky. In each photo I noticed impressions in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of impressions, other times there were only one set of impressions. This bothered me because I noticed during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat I could see only my own set of impressions. So I said to my tripod, "You promised me you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there have only been one set of impressions in the sand. Why, when the shot was the most difficult, would you not have been there for me?" And my tripod replied, "The times when you have seen only one set of impressions? That is when you carried me, you moron."
*Apologies to Mary Stevenson, all around...