The story goes that a tornado ripped apart a town leaving the townsfolk in total ruin.
A young boy looked at his mother upon returning to the shambles that once was their home and commented:
“Look Ma, ain’t it great! The winds stopped blowing. ”
Thus he was labeled ‘ The Fool. ‘
In his defense I would like to point out that his joy at being alive is perhaps buoyed by the sheer wisdom that if you are alive and well, he can always start again.