Joe is a splendid man. He is like a noble machine too. All the time he only does one thing, like an air conditioner, keeps converting dark matter haye of this universe into real or good matter. This brings sunlight after darkness, hope after the deluge. All good stuff is made by जो here.

Other people also help him out in this task, giving him a sigh of relief. Why they do so is not known to Joe. But they are not his friends just strangers. He is indeed a common man, even prehistoric by some measure. Sometimes he breaks down, gives up in the bad weather. Then these strangers help him out repair his will power.

Once he gets back on his feet, they go away, only then અરરો starts coming back in his life, threatening his abilities to churn. Without good matter he will not survive and die one day out of fatigue or old age.