A dozen security guards in training were running in formation in the parking lot eight stories below. Their rythmic, shouted chants caused me to drift off into a daydream. I saw a world where there was no fear, where a dolt like me could write and be read... When I awoke, the Firefox icon in my Taskbar was pulsing for attention. I was drawn to click the mouse. Well, it could have happened that way. In this existence, I was Googling a word I ran across on the Brevity Magazine Website and was blessed with a link to Absolute Write.