They say human beings can adapt to just about anything. But can we adapt to mediocrity? The ignorant have their bliss. The wise can't empathize. But those that stand at the fringe, gazing out across the chasm toward those green and sunny pastures of the proverbial "other side"? Greatness close enough to see and smell and hear but not to touch - that final step is just too much. If we could only hitch a ride... The thought of it is maddening - an illusory carrot on a whupping stick, forever dangling in front of your aspiring, admiring eyes. Get too close and you're bound to get smacked. Back into your place - doomed forever to give distant, panting chase.