The ancient Celtic people had a folktale about a fly. It went like this: The first fly was created by the first god from a fragment of cloud and a half-pebble, and as she moulded its tiny frame in her hands she put her breath on it and gave it life. The little fly became aware and asked: "What should I do?" The first god said: "You are tasked with touching everything. Take wing and fly everywhere and unto everything. Love all, and appreciate that joy and wonder resides both in the look of a princess and the ordure of pigs, in the opening of a flower and the closing of the grave. And most importantly, you must fly true and honest and never lie." The fly became the happiest and most honest little ...