Someone tells about a family of mice who lived in a piano and always loved the music. They could comfort from the fact that the one seen a great musician made the music. Then one day one of the mice bingered into the recesses of the piano and saw the stretched wires that vibrated when felt covered hammers struck the wires. The mouse came back and said to the other mice, we got a reverse our old beliefs. There is no great piano player who makes the music, only wires and hammers. The mice we wrote their books and changed their views. It was all mechanics now. No great piano player who made the music. They became sophisticated, but they also became very sad. There was no longer any joy in their music. It can happen, you know. I'm Steve Brown, a key life network. You think about that. You can reach key life 24 hours a day, 1-800-T-LIFE.