The beginning of what? The beginning of the end. This remote came out of one of the rent houses. The tenant left it there, along with a truckload of other assorted junk, when I had to evict him a little over a month ago. So, why does it symbolize the end? When I was a kid, out in west Texas, we didn't need a remote...we only got one station and it was far away...we all had an antenna mounted on a tall pole beside the house and if we'd had a little wind since we last watched our one channel, we had to go outside and turn the pole so the antenna would be in the right position to pull in the best signal. At our house, that was usually a three person operation...one to turn the pole, one to stand in front of the TV and carefully assess the quality of the signal and a third, crucial, member of the crew to stick their head out the window and relay instructions to the turner of the pole. It was a family group...working, in harmony, toward a common goal. Now, one person, with a remote control, can accomplish that task without even getting their butt out of their chair...remote control is the beginning of the end of civilization as we know it!