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 creature that ever there was. It served creation's purpose with great pride and strove with all its airy might to connect and venerate all things. One day, the fly met a creature and stopped in wonder. The fly coul