The real beauty of it - key to my life was playing key chords on a banjo. For somebody else it may be a golf club that mom and dad put in their hands or a baseball or ballet lessons. Real gift to give to me and put it in writing.
When you have a global mush, people lose their identity, they become pseudonyms, they have no investment and no consequence in what they do.
I mean, I have moments of huge frustration because of my inability to express myself linguistically as clearly as I would like to.