All the world is a stage according to W. Shakespeare. Everyone has a role to play, some take it seriously, others simply ride the board in their ham act ludicrously thinking they can pull through fooling just anybody. We all act in our own plays and dreams on the most private linen or on the wideworldweb platform of politics. In keeping abreast with the roll of times, we tread the measures briskly by way of imitation, branding, or co-habitation. In the acts of movements and the intricate balance between the submicroscopic world and mystical cosmos, those that fall are trampled, and the losers are beat with feet pressed against their skulls, with every intention of crushing them to pulp. This is no fiction, called board treading.