I was walking along the road one dark night and I saw a man down on his hands and knees under the stree lamp. He seemed to be sifting his fingers through the dirt.
I asked him what he was doing down on the ground there.
He said "I'm looking for the ring I lost."
I asked him if he lost it right there.
"Oh, no sir" he responded. "I lost it way back there somewhere under those trees when I stopped earlier for a bite to eat."
"But then, why are you looking here, under this street lamp?" I demanded of him.
"Why, sir, of course because there's more light here to see!"
RE: Stairway to Heaven