Ham radio conversations have morphed the story into internet bulletin boards where the temperature of ice in Iceland can be shared in real time with the beachgoer building sand castles in the Keys. Storytellers of the past share their best as any faith demanding this much explanation to a foolish person needs to be withdrawn from the public realm before too many heads are lost to the people erasers. Friends join and then withdraw membership taking all learning to bed by making white papers on topics esoterically rich while overlooking the reservoirs of luck and the stories written to blindly believe without thought. On gorgeous days when rain bubbles the pond surface and no one bothers to show up for prayer time even the turtles descend into their holes to avoid discovering the difficult way of sharing a story of peace.