A Christmas story or maybe a strategy of a smile.
Please read and enjoy and I will try not to bore.
Once upon a time long, long ago, in the beginning there was a planet and on the planet there was a sentient being. This sentient being was called a yeast. (If you don't know what that means look it up). Now this yeast has the entire planet to himself and he (or she if you like) commenced to do what a yeast does. He consumed resources multiplied and excreted its waste product. He felt good. He felt like God himself was smiling upon him. In fact he thought he was God and he smiled.
He thought there was no end to this wonderful life of consuming, multiplying and excreting his alcohol. This went on for a very long time and so there were literally trillions upon trillions of yeast doing exactly what yeast do.
But then there were no more resources and all there was, was alcohol. Now alcohol is poisonous to yeast. I guess you can imagine how the story ended. Just imagine an entire planet being consumed and turned into excrement, or so the story went, where the sentient beings all languished and died.
Now it is true that yeast are not very smart.
Now there is a planet and on that planet there is a sentient being. This being is called a human. (If you don't know what that means you can look it up). This human did what all humans do, he (or she if you like) consumed resources, multiplied and exhaled his waste product. He thought that God had smiled upon him in fact he thought he was God and that which he did would go on forever and he smiled.
Soon there were two then more, then more, then more and eventually literally billions of humans, doing exactly what humans do. Just like the yeast he consumed resources of this planet, multiplied and exhaled his waste product. That waste product was carbon dioxide. Now carbon dioxide is poisonous to humans.
Now I wonder what the ending of this story will be. Surely a human is smarter than a yeast. Now every story, unlike the one's from Tinsel Town, have a moral. The moral may be that watch out what you desire and strive with all your want and lust, because you might just get it.
Now you might be thinking what this might have to do with the birth of a strategy. I am getting to that. Please be patient. Chapter 2 follows below and yes, it ties together.
Please read and enjoy and I will try not to bore.
Once upon a time long, long ago, in the beginning there was a planet and on the planet there was a sentient being. This sentient being was called a yeast. (If you don't know what that means look it up). Now this yeast has the entire planet to himself and he (or she if you like) commenced to do what a yeast does. He consumed resources multiplied and excreted its waste product. He felt good. He felt like God himself was smiling upon him. In fact he thought he was God and he smiled.
He thought there was no end to this wonderful life of consuming, multiplying and excreting his alcohol. This went on for a very long time and so there were literally trillions upon trillions of yeast doing exactly what yeast do.
But then there were no more resources and all there was, was alcohol. Now alcohol is poisonous to yeast. I guess you can imagine how the story ended. Just imagine an entire planet being consumed and turned into excrement, or so the story went, where the sentient beings all languished and died.
Now it is true that yeast are not very smart.
Now there is a planet and on that planet there is a sentient being. This being is called a human. (If you don't know what that means you can look it up). This human did what all humans do, he (or she if you like) consumed resources, multiplied and exhaled his waste product. He thought that God had smiled upon him in fact he thought he was God and that which he did would go on forever and he smiled.
Soon there were two then more, then more, then more and eventually literally billions of humans, doing exactly what humans do. Just like the yeast he consumed resources of this planet, multiplied and exhaled his waste product. That waste product was carbon dioxide. Now carbon dioxide is poisonous to humans.
Now I wonder what the ending of this story will be. Surely a human is smarter than a yeast. Now every story, unlike the one's from Tinsel Town, have a moral. The moral may be that watch out what you desire and strive with all your want and lust, because you might just get it.
Now you might be thinking what this might have to do with the birth of a strategy. I am getting to that. Please be patient. Chapter 2 follows below and yes, it ties together.