The answer to every question

It was 10:37 am as Jack stepped down from his forklift to turn in his morning paperwork when the idea hit him. It was like a lightning bolt, a freight train, a Mac truck.  In one instant Jack had the answer.  Not just a good idea or an epiphany, but THE ANSWER.  The answer that explained all pain and suffering.  The answer that explained why the innocent suffer, why there is death and war.  The cure for cancer, for aids and Ebola. It was all there in one answer.  And Jack had it.

Of course, in the very next moment, Jack determined that he had to tell someone, but who?  He couldn't merely tell Lou, his beer-drinking buddy.  Lou wouldn't appreciate it or probably even understand.  His wife would just roll her eyes.  His brother!  He could tell Robert!  He would appreciate it, he would understand it, he would help him get it down on paper and help tell the world.

But then Jack paused.  An answer like this would probably arise serious suspicion. Those mysterious government officials with black suits and black glasses would probably show up and Jack would never be seen again. 

Jack paused again to consider the eerie calm that seemed to hang in the air.   The plant seemed strangely quiet and Jack felt incredibly light and good-natured.  He glanced at the paperwork in his hands and the yellow lined walk way leading to the office.  Then he stopped walking.

It was 10:37 am as Jack stepped down from his forklift to turn in his morning paperwork when Julio's forklift hit him.  Jack didn't see Julio approaching. 

The crisis management team shut down the plant for the rest of the day and had to remove what remained of Jack from Julio's under carriage.