Alpine stigma, the horror of incessant pine borers. Life's enigma seeping deeper to the core, to some a chore, to others a leisurely tour. But we want more and more although sometimes less and less is best. To our behest, it would seem that our collective ego, a thing that is supreme, will reap all the earth has to sow, yet still wants more and still it grows. Is this not nature itself? Are we not but one collectible doll upon the cosmic shelf? The greatest threat to imbalance is nature, a course correcting force, meticulous in checking universal nomenclature.