to conclusions. Who has not been robbed of their childhood dreams by public anomie number one - the pressure to succeed? Whatever that means. What is life without dreams? The only way I made it through higher education was by getting even higher. Ok, I lied. I never made it through higher education. I wasn't about to waste money on people who tried to teach me that cats don't have souls and that studying Dante's hallucinations wasn't in and of itself a recursive journey into yet another level of a Hell that exists only in tortured souls. And personally, I find libraries depressing. All those works by the greatest minds of mankind, bound and stacked row upon row and then categorically decimated by Dewey's repressive system.