and with the stroke of a key, he came into being.

In the beginning, the cursor blinked angrily on the blank screen. Slowly, with a tap, tap, tap, words began to form. Words that would give birth to an ego. An ego created by ten nimble fingers, dancing wrecklessly over a notebook keyboard. These fingers symbolized the creator, the creator to whom he owed his existence to. An ego, a he, a nameless being that exists only through the elaborate stringing together of letters. Letters that by themselves were highly insignificant; but as a whole, as a totality, became something more significant to those ten fingers than anything else. As the fingers danced, this ego took form. He was a male; he was in his early twenties; he was a minority; he was a majority; he was alive to the mind; he was dead to the body. This ego had a story; this ego had a past, present and future; but what this ego did not have was a name. And as the dancing continued, the fingers silently conspired with one another. Suggestions were exchanged, 'perhaps John?'

' no, not John.'

'Chris?'

'no, not Chris.'

'how about Michael?'

'no! no! no!'

This exchange continued, albeit in silence. But there was no need to talk. The dance communicated far more than any language would. So dance the fingers did; tap, tap, tapping away.

'Fred?'

'Quinn?'

'Donny?'

Still, nothing was good enough for the ego they created. This continued for days until in frustration their dance became a stomp.

'HERB?'

'BRIAN?'

'GREG?'

'faskjldfkjaqhwhfiouhewjnfkjnasdjffQWERTYkasdjfja!!!!'

And finally, there he was. Gloriously revealing himself in caps.

'Qwerty?'

'Qwerty!'

'yes! Qwerty!'

And so he was born. Qwerty, the keyStroke ego. Qwerty was a male; he was in his early twenties; he had a past; he has a present and a future; he was in existence. And finally, the fingers began to slow down their rapid dance; the tapping became less urgent. Sunday came, and the fingers were dog tired. Qwerty was alive in their collective mind. That was all that mattered. So on that day, the fingers rested.