The world is blessed with two axes: along one lie all concerns, along others all discoveries.
income = concerns
politics = concerns
promotions, make-up, auto paint jobs = concerns
“doing the right thing” = concerns
graduate school = concerns
the mona lisa = discoveries
the human genome = discoveries
music = discoveries
a la recherche dutemps perdu = discoveries
wet trails on high mountains = discoveries
I am sorry all, but I no longer wish to make concerns, I wish to make discoveries. Those who concern themselves with concerns seem invariably to be small-minded, spiteful, unreflectively selfish, trite. I don’t want to be one of those.