My peers, that is, liberal arts educated, urban aesthetes, have been preoccupied since graduation with their path in this world. It’s not a novel notion for a human being to be concerned with where he’s going, since there are no longer any natural rhythms or movements for our species, no migration patterns, no perennial hunting grounds. We can fly around the world in a leather recliner: the sky’s the limit for us. Yet, this freedom of opportunity in a way is self-inhibiting. The vast array of options is arresting. Only the single-minded can wade through those options on the first try.
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