There were two buttons in front of Higgins. They flashed, as buttons sometimes, but not always, do. One button was a very ominous looking red button. If buttons had faces, it would have a grumpy one. The other button was a very cheerful looking green butt…

The third post, well... the third post didn't actually exist. Not in any way that mattered. It was an idea, if you will -- a concept, a metaphor. It was a lynchpin of belief. It was, of course, all hot air and bluster and metaphor, a puff of wind as insub…