I come from Eudora, where everything is perfect, and no desire goes unmet. But, as the Teachings say, perfect is not the same as flawless. For there is a man, and his desires are dark indeed. When he visits a nearby cavern, he emerges taller than before, and the weak-willed now follow the stooping giant. Please, decide if Imbalance lies in the granting of wishes – if happiness needs a cure? Assume your stance, meter your breathing. It's time.