The "Time Line".

It's strange isn't it that we go on pursuing and accumulating knowledge right up until the time we die. It's as if we can take the stuff with us ! A more sensible arrangement would have been to bequeath every new born with all the knowledge they could possibly acquire and then throughout their lives, like a bucket with a hole in it, the knowledge slowly drips away so that at the end the bucket is dry ! I suppose senility is the equivalent of a dry bucket but up until we tip over the edge we continue to strive to fathom the unfathomable.
I suppose it's what makes us unique in the animal kingdom, this need to know and understand a whole set of things which really have no significant purpose in our lives. Our emotions are always to the fore setting new boundaries as we progress or even regress through life, and it's the feelings which are brought into focus by the change of circumstance which mark each passing year. If we are of a mind to we embark on a journey of not only self discovery but also begin to turn over a few stones which we had avoided.
A busy life is a life of sacrifice and more than anything we sacrifice our time in the pursuit for someone else's dream. It's only when we have spent much of allotted span do we begin to judge the importance of many other things and so, the rush to gather knowledge in the hopeless task of ever understanding !!!