A drunk is under a lamp post. It's late at night, and he is crawling
around on his hands and knees, searching frantically all over the tiny
pool of brilliant light it casts. A passer-by asks him, "what are you
doing?" He answers, "I'm looking for my keys." Pointing out into the
darkness, he continues, "I dropped them over there, but the light's
much better over here."
The joke is an old one, and illustrates an interesting truth about
What does this have to do with The Cloud, you ask?