When a yokel became a feudist after a visitor sold them a compact disc of calming classical labelled as lugubrious country, they walked off their anger by traipsing through a field of daisies, where a startled Lepidopteran returned to its favoured floral after the both ephemeral and unintentional flouting of its self-space and, in the aforementioned process, illuminated the by-passer to the realization that when frustration veers us off preferred paths, a beautiful move is that one which returns us to our previous place of peace. Hence, just as a tinkerman adjusts move sets for a better chance at a win, soured souls can tinker mood sets for a better response to a sin—by alighting as a butterfly: opting for upped chins rather than pushed pins. ; )