When joe was a child, even then he knew that there was something wrong with this world, in his dreams, even early on as a child, he could see the jungle, jane in cool waters shallow marble white, calling him. Adventures of a supreme nature. In those days he used to get mild fondness for such dreams, with a dark headache. People, class mates in the આશ્રમ where he was taught, often dissuaded him of such notions, gave him simple tasks to complete, getting him back to work, or life that he called boring mundane even real.