The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery a metaphor for a proof a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths and oneself for an oracle is inborn in us.
Especially for me growing up in such a small town in the middle of nowhere the desire to be away was incredible. I wanted to see new lands meet new people from the city and meet people that were in much less fortunate situations than I was so that I could be more appreciative of my present. At least I had food on the table.