Introduction: The following is PART SIX – the conclusion – of our six-part serial. To read the first five installments, follow the links at the end of this story.

We last saw Quester at a donut/coffee shop discussing power as a driving force of society with three legendary sociologists. Qoheleth (AKA “Jim”) “smokes” the Quester back home and into a deep sleep, from which he wakes up the next morning . . .

How many of you would classify yourselves as being really “daring?” (Show of hands) Some people say it takes a lot of courage and fortitude to listen to me preach. I think that Patty (my wife) has a harder time of it than anyone else I know.

I have noticed over the years that most people who work with youth tend to develop a bit of a reputation for being a little daring. There are many who would say that I'm braver than they are. Of course, a lot of other people would use the word "crazy," but I don't like to talk about them too much.

People do a lot of strange and possibly crazy things these days. Probably all of us do at least one thing in our lives that others would think is a bit odd. Hockey, to me seems impossible to understand and breathtakingly dangerous, but a lot of people like it. The reason for this article’s title, though, is that one thing that most of us can agree on as crazy is bungee-jumping. I remember that I too was once tempted to climb up on a large metal structure, to attach the thick bungee cords to my ankles and jump off. As I stepped forward to do it, I heard a voice that came to me as if from heaven saying "if the jump doesn't break your legs, I will." Of course, I quickly realized that the voice was not from heaven, but from Patty (my wife), so I took heed, and thus the jump into danger was avoided.

Introduction: The following is PART FIVE in a six part serial. To read the first four installments, follow the links at the end of this story.

We left Quester last in the midst of a nihilistic breakdown, with him pleading for a purpose in his faith while drowning in the sea of meaninglessness. Qoheleth (AKA “Jim”) “smokes” him away to make one more visit …

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“Excuse us, gentlemen,” says Jim, squeezing his way onto the seat at a table next to two men and motioning for me to sit across the table next to a third. We are at some donut/coffee shop, somewhere, some time. I am too distraught to care anymore.

“Introductions! Quester, here are three of the most prominent sociologists of all time. Meet C. Wright Mills . . . Max Weber . . . and, Karl Marx.” “

Marx?” I suddenly perk up. “I love A Night at the Opera!”

“Nope, sorry. No relation . . . though I have thought of keeping a horn in my coat!” replies Karl with a booming voice and a hearty laugh.