One day Jesse Mccree and I were hikingĀ a mountain. They had been walking for nine hours and were ready for a break. They came upon a man meditating on a rock. “There is a hut near hear but don’t be consumed by your greed for rest as someone else did,” said the man. Jesse and I ignored the mans admonishment and within a few minutes they found the hut. I stepped inside and was taken aghast by the decomposed skeleton. As the door slammed I knew, the man was referring to someone who had died by greed for rest.