As I sit here, on the stones of Wall Street, I wonder why are they there? Why are they there? Were they part of the original Wall that was on Wall Street? As I ponder this, I get up, and walk around the purpose of the wall was to seperate one side from the other, or so I think thanks to National Treasure. But really why are they there?

I walk around and take it all in. All the suits, the people one lunch, all in a hurry to relax for an hour. Do I want to chase the money too? I know I can do it but—’Lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights, lights’. A song interrupted my steady stream of thoughts. I always hear this song at the right time. I guess I know the answer now and the secret to things.