What depth is left? Everyone has dug their holes, as far down as they would go. Back on the surface, they stand around, scratching their heads. One guy says to another, “You too?” The other responds, “There’s nothing down there.” Some phonies tell stories about what they found. People gather around them, either because they seek the entertainment of a storyteller, or because they want so badly to believe that someone else found something different. But it was all the same. Just a void at the center, where everyone converged. Some stayed down, too tired to make the climb back up. Some lost their minds. Some found the void to be quite interesting. Back on the surface, old-timers wonder to themselves whether all the tiresome digging was worth it. If they had only known what they would find, they might have stayed on the surface from the beginning. They start to talk amongst themselves, and many agree. They try to tell the young folk, but they won’t listen. They pull their hard hats down over their eyes and start to dig.