I have spent my life learning and still have library fines to pay.
I speak daily on philosophy, sociology, and psychology; and if my cat could talk he would meow about psychiatry.
Yet. I will spend my life learning and no one will know what I know, but if they did, would they care for who I was, and will they care for my cat when I’m gone?
I’ve come to a fork in the road and I don’t know which way is the right way to go. I could go right but maybe right is wrong. Maybe the right road is the road that I’m on. Or maybe I should just turn around and the road that I’m on go back down. Or maybe the right road is left unless the left road is the road I just left. What if the left road is wrong? How many roads do I have left to go on? Before I come to the end maybe I should begin all over again. Then when I come to the fork in the road, stay there until I am old. Neither turning right nor left. Then I’ll neither be right nor wrong and there I’ll be left at the end of life’s song.