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Joe lay paralyzed amidst the rubble.  He couldn’t recall exactly what had happened, or how, but to him, how it happened was irrelevant because he didn’t even know the “what” that the “how” was supposed too apply to.  The “what” was extremely relevant, but any attempt to recall it made him feel like he was staring into infinity, and, he supposed, if he could wrap his mind around infinity, such an experience would prove incredibly informative.  In spite of his immobility, and his apparent mind-numbness, he had a feeling of deep satisfaction.  Whatever had happened, he knew that fate had taken its course, and good had prevailed. Some images hovered over his mind. He knew they were telling him how it all happened...