scene opens: an olden tyme town square. A man on his knees is crying uncontrollably near the stone fountain in the center of the square. A priest walks up towards him…
Lamenter: Nooooo! What a world! What a world!
Priest: What is it my son?! What’s wrong?
Lamenter: Oh Father, forgive me, for I have done a terrible thing!
Priest: You will be forgiven! What have you done that is so terrible?
Lamenter: I have tortured!
Priest: (gasp) Tortured?! But who?
Lamenter: This lightbulb, father!
Priest: pause err…what?
Lamenter: This lightbulb (holds it aloft) On, off, on off, on, off, all day and night. Never letting it fulfill it’s unatainable dual destinies! Torture!
Priest: 17 Hail Mary’s my son…
This vignette brought to you by Dave’s thoughts upon waking