No, Ark, there's no exasperation, and I apologize if it came across as if there was. I fully acknowledge that your views are valid, and perhaps even admirable; they are simply so very different from my own that I can do little more than acknowledge their validity. Because of that extreme difference -- indeed, basically direct opposition -- any attempt to discuss them at a deeper level just leads to my attempting to refute them.
While I am older than you (second year of uni, and a month shy of the big 2-0), and your reasoning for our disagreement is logical enough, it doesn't really hit the mark. It's not that I once found the world full of wonder, but through exposure became jaded to it. I've just always had a problem with the modern age. If you'll pardon an excursion into autobiography:
Most of my earliest memories are of the time I spent living in Germany from the time I was three until the the time I was six. Of these, the most vivid are of running around castle ruins, fighting friends with wooden swords, shooting crossbows at mediaeval fairs, and generally lamenting the fact that I wasn't born seven hundred years earlier. My first hero wasn't an athlete, or a Hollywood star, but St. George, because
he killed a dragon
. To my young mind, that couldn't be topped. Hell, I'd still say it can't be topped.
Somewhere in all of that, I developed something of a disdain for everything about the post-industrial world. No stick I ever held became a pretend gun; that was too crass an option, compared to a sword, a far more elegant weapon. Though I left Germany and all its mediaeval heritage when I was six, the castle ruins never left me.
In 2008, my family went on vacation to Rome. In that week, I probably experienced two of the top ten days of my life. On the first, we started at the Coliseum, and then walked the Via Sacra through the Forum, past, among other things, the temple of Julius Caesar.
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