Storyboard 2;

It was a sandstorm that blew across the open plains of the desert. The nomadic men were herding camels through the sand looking for a place to rest and set up their tents for the night. Here they sat smoking shies a pipes and playing dice of an evening passing time as their journey was plotted along the astronomical patterns in the sky. The men sat around the fire listening to a preacher with a stick marked fire hearth warming their nomadic clothes.

The skies were bright at night and brought a gleam down around the desert to bring warmth to the people. They spied a mineral mine capable of bringing great wealth to the colony. Indeed fundamentally although not literally the desert was a vast expanse which had oil and could bring wealth to the people. In reality however the mood among the nomads was an uneasy calm because they felt a long pilgrimage across the desert would allow time to Pacify thoughts of growing hunger with the belief in the relieving powers of a water mirage.

Many factors went into the tribes growing desire for expansion, one being the very true and logical assumption that without a supply of water they could die of thirst. Travelling the great expanse of the desert the nomads were akin to modern day explorers facing daily dangers of heat exhaustion similar to any equivalent danger of death faced by modern day mountaineers.

They knew they had the power to read astrological patterns in the sky and reflect back ancestor all roots via stars and smoke signs. The nomads feared and respected the sun in equal measure as bringer of drought and prosperity in equal measure. They respected the sun gods of ancient times a pagan belief structure that although has no validity in the modern Christian church has great philosophical and epistemological debating strength.

In truth the tribe were tired and divided. Unable to reach consensus on what to do next and desperate to find a use for mineral resources which if they could find a use for them could bring prosperity to the tribe for a generation to come. And so the elders of the tribe decided on the middle ground, to set up a permanent base 5km from the mineral mine and insure continued stability.

A kind man sat on the bench looking sky ward under his patio lived an array of pretty plants and animals under his deck, ice formed at the bay edge and whales swam freely in the ocean... Many people came to watch as the whale swam freely in its homeland and the man was content to sit on the ocean and survey the scene.

 He thought as he looked out how peaceful the visage was until along came some boats to spray a gentle wash on the ocean. The man looked out and thought how fortunate he was to be in such a peaceful place, free from the stresses of modern life like TVs and iPads. Thinking about it the man concluded the tranquillity caused by lack of mod cons meant life could actually be fairly enjoyable.

Why there was fishing and swimming and much merriment to be had exploring the outdoors these people knew the cost of a healthy life often meant vigorous exercise and a healthy diet of fish and rice meant he could swing a bat to the notion of peaceful coexistence with nature allowing for swift interaction with the natural environment.

Often the man encountered travellers looking for room and board and a place to rest on their through travels from one place to the next, these men were wise and brave, yet they knew the difficulties of getting things done and in a rugged environment they understood the power of nature to cleanse all the land of difficulties. 

The man did not charge his visitors as he knew they were weary and looking for a place to rest. He knew there charge was their company and their price told in tales of adventures in distant far off lands in the Pacific and Oceans beyond, the travellers came on horseback and donkey believing they were looking for new lands yet often all they wound up with was sand and a saw bottom. Stirred on by members of their families the adventures never stopped and often new arrivals came to stir the mix but more often than not they were made to feel welcome though sometimes they would fight like drunk old men.

Many people would pass through the old man’s cabin and like a wise counsel he knew the power of a good imagination in his world as In mine there was no fighting, there was respect to elders and it's way business was done by communication and problems solved by diplomacy. 

Great men come and go but this man’s story was not a great one it was one of extreme ordinariness educated in a small town he struggled with education and had few friends, yet as he grew so did his confidence and belief in his ability to reason his way through difficult situations. For this man the cabin was his hideaway where he worked and rested and understood the power of belief. By share willpower alone people understood the dignity and violence that soared through his body and mind. Live dangerously they told him, no he said, I am a peaceful man and I do not wish to fight

Yet interpret ably speaking the man’s quiet existence was being disturbed by a cacophony of confused voices some from above and some from below, where were they taking him, home he believed, and yet no, new adventures awaited...