Alfred, known to friends as “Al,” had made the biggest mistake of his entire life. And it goes further than he thinks. We know that this mistake is not just the biggest up until this point, but the biggest he will ever make, ever. We see the data of it all. How his life changed then & where this mistake leads him. We know how he would change it all if he could, right now or later, given the data of the great plan. Do all things start small? They did for the universe. And how expansive things grow! How quickly they fall out! Nothing is nothing and the scorn for which Al endures as a result will not be forgotten, neither by him nor us, the great collectors of information. If a tiny bird falls from its nest. If a tiny bird is injured and will not survive. If an intelligent hand ‘ends the misery’, so to speak, or ‘stops the suffering’, in a word, a much greater loss occurs than just of the alleged ‘pain’–the loss of information! Hence all of us are the great collectors of information existing to collect all information. To simultaneously report back. To know and understand greater amounts. To reduce ourselves to smaller things. To return to smallness. To be small. And in the case of Al, he refuses & will live to deal with the hard consequences of leveraging his size as an advantage. He himself dies in the future of large tumor growths not quite as large as his ego but enough to make it long & painful. The end.