Let me tell you a story

Sit down beside the campfire, children. Gather round. I have a story to tell you tonight.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy. This little boy found a magic box called CS2. With the powers of magic box, the little boy was able to lift himself up from the muck and the mire and become a man. But the powers that the box had were limited. There were things that the box allowed him to see that could be done, but the box didn't have the power to do. There were bigger boxes with more powers, but he couldn't get them. He looked and looked everywhere he could think of, but he couldn't find a bigger box.

The little boy didn't have a way to get the best box. It cost a lot of gold coins and he only had a few copper pieces. So he was sad. But the boy adjusted and learned to live with just his little box. He made great things with it. Beautiful things. And life went on that way for a while.

Then one day, the little boy realized that he had been looking for a big box, when it might be easier for him to find some of the individual items contained within the box, on their own. He stopped looking for the best box and instead looked for some of the items in the box. In this way, he found a nice Shop where they sold Photos. And he found a Design In the dirt. And he found a wandering Illustrator to draw pictures of himself in his travels. He was a very happy boy. He had some of the powers of the biggest box.

But he could never seem to find what he really wanted: an Acrobat that could complete forms while performing his act. He searched and searched, but he couldn't find it. The world seemed to be all out of acrobatic form completionists.

Then one day, he was walking along looking for something else, when he stepped on something. He looked down and....

There were nine Acrobats completing forms!

Oh, he was so happy that he ran and told all his friends. And he lived happily ever after.

Just remember, if you hang in there long enough, good things can happen in this world. I mean, look at me.