once upon a time in a big, bright world, everyone wanted to play in the magical garden of politics, but to get in, you needed a special access code. people tried to sidestep around, looking under rocks and behind trees, thinking maybe the wind whispered it or the birds would sing it out loud. they even made up a word, "preexplicative," thinking it was a magic spell to open the gates without the access code. little did they know, all they had to do was start from the commencement, where a wise old owl had set up a sign with big letters that notices everyone, "the access code is kindness!"