Man on this earth is an unforeseen accident.
--Joseph Conrad, Victory, 1915
You are standing in a thicket. Dark overhanging vines thread around you as they scatter the shafts of light that pierce the canopy, hitting the moss-covered stones beneath your feet. Stepping on the wet carpet of twigs, you make your way down the narrow path, pulling apart tree limbs as you approach what appears to be a clearing. You come upon a tall branching tree next to an old British colonial ...