You may find it sad, but I find it glorious. A man, walking alone, in the woods. An activity that I'm sure many great philosophers, writers, and other intellectuals enjoy quite frequently. We can even think of a story for this image. This man, fed up with his job, fed up with the collusions of Government and Corporation, fed up with everything that makes one despise our modern society, decides to walk into the woods and think. Perhaps he's traveling there for an hour, perhaps a day, perhaps his last weeks. But he is walking. And he will come out of the woods either at peace or at the realization that Ted Had.