Once, there was a loaf of bread. It was dropped in a city park. It lay there for many years, gazing up at the limitless sky. As the years passed, it morphed. It began to lengthen and widen, and black mold covered its surface. Then, two decades later, the bread turned into a successful, middle aged man. He became a lawyer, married, and had two children. They were named Spearmint and Evergreen.
One day, when the middle-aged lawyer was driving his Ford Taurus, Spearmint and Evergreen turned into peanut butter and got his seats dirty. So, he hired a cleaning person to fix the mess. Then, he realized his life’s calling was to move to the Arctic and become a stock trader. So he did, and he lived until the end of time.