Frighteningly relevant

[asinine_asylum]

His peasant parents killed themselves with toil
To let their darling leave a stingly soil
For any of those smart professions which
Encourage shallow breathing and grow rich.

The pressure of their fond ambition made
Their shy and country-loving child afraid
No sensible career was goo enough,
Only a hero could derserve such love.

So here he was without maps or supplies,
A hundred miles from any decent town;
The desert glared into his blood-shot eyes;

The silence roared displeasure:looking down
He saw the shadow of an Average Man
Attemping the exceptional, and ran.

W.H. Auden

interesting

more later
AA