As Blurtso made his way across the land, he paused to consider the travelers who had made the journey before him... the young men in search of adventure, with optimism and innocence in their eyes; the middle-aged men, discouraged but not defeated, far from family and in search of a job; the old men, irretrievably detached, free from the weight of hopefulness, and blown from town to town like leaves on the wind. At night, drawn by the glow of a flame, they would gather in silence, reflecting on the trials behind and considering the trials ahead, until one, reaching into his pocket, would pull out a harmonica, wipe it on his sleeve, and softly begin to play…