Have you ever think of a watchman? At night, all alone, blowing a whistle, a person roams around the streets. Unescorted, he guards the heedless, sleeping masses. In the midst of night, one notion troubles my mind. Does he never get afraid? What is that power that helps him waste his precious sleep for us? Are we worthy of that? We heartless beings. Do we really deserve to be protected like this? We, who never appreciate his efforts,...