What is that vehicle clopping down the road? Why, it's a horse -- with a buggy behind! Who are those people with the dark clothes and beards without moustaches? Why do they scowl at me when I take their picture? Haven't they ever seen a camera? They call me English, and ride away. Hey, I'd go to jail if my dog left that behind and I didn't pick it up! We sit in tall buildings, sealed off from the outside. Air is pumped in so we can breathe, and our blood pressure rises taller than these concrete prisons we've built. But the Amish. Their office is a field. They breathe fresh air. By the way, you stupid English, it's AH-mish, not AY-mish or AM-mish. "We use no electricity, we do not pollute the air, we use our hands and make things grow, and you English call us backwards!" They are our teachers. To be free from complexity. To be AMISH.