Amongst the heat and the many stares of the beating sun, I worked today. In hot sweaty conditions I pushed and pulled many muscles, my back burned with searing pain from such tedious work, but all in all th reward justified the means. I shoveled rock today. Many, Many pounds of rock, a grunting groaning type of work, much the same as sex, but without the pleasure, or it could possibly exactly like sex, but the climax is delayed, until all at once the pay for the days work that your would rather have not put in is sitting in your hand. I work on a golf course, a grassy knoll of sorts with over fertilized species of grass a desolate universe, but for some their solar system revolves around this a single white dimpled ball, hit by a singular club, and all at once birds shuffle, and crows caw when the ball is launched into the driven state, all in search of a hole. A symbiosis of sorts with the life of humans. The one man in search of a hole, that then creates his final task to reproduce, and if his son or daughter then golf the symbiosis shall be carried through.