Imagine your favorite puzzle that you used over and over again (if you have one), where eventually many of the pieces are lost along the way. Though you, the jigsaw enthusiast you collectively all must be for the sake of this imagination exercise, believes he or she may be able to recall what the picture once imaged, in time the figure is either lost altogether or misremembered and altered in the mind. So, let us now imagine that this is the time when you finally realize that the true picture of the puzzle (when it has been finally pieced together) and the image you hold so dearly in your mind are not the same. What do you do then? Does one simply begin afresh and try to find a new favorite puzzle? Does one adjust the image of their puzzle in their mind’s eye (holes and all), and then continue to play with their favorite toy in hopes of not losing another piece? Or does one simply give up puzzles altogether and neatly place the box back on the shelf, knowing that in doing so, guarantees no more missing potential crosspieces? If the latter is the case, and we are assuming that we are now all jigsaw enthusiasts, then how could we ever rest knowing that our favorite image is pocked and riddled with errors? How could one of us live our lives without the security held from constructing and deconstructing our favorite puzzle? Personally, I do not know why I am even asking these questions. I abhor puzzles. I’d much rather go for a game of Mouse-trap or Operation any day. Find me missing the breastbone or the funny bone in that game, you’ll find a very happy gamer. One who incidentally doesn’t have to hear the squealing whine of the patient when the metal apparatus breaks upon his skin…