A man that is 117 years old is just that: old, omnipotent and soon to be departed. Perhaps, not. Perhaps, so. It is not the life that we live, nor the legacy we weave. Leaving this world is not good, but at 117...it could be time. What about if you were the TOP SCIENTIST for years and years…did you know too much…travel and seek why dying vertical is much more illusive than dying horizontal. Regardless, death is too, too eminent. Shadowed in gold; represented in black…trials and tribulations give the horizontal a bit of a leg-up. Vertical death is easy, but far too quick. On the draw; our main character sleuths and sorts through life. Only to be a victim of humanism. Humanism. That’s right…no. That’s very, very wrong. Paradoxically, is vertical horizontal. Or perhaps, the opposite. It depends on how it is viewed.