When will we understand the need to understand ourselves? I see people moving somnabulantly, apathy writ large on their faces, forever trying to catch up, not to be left behind and to be part of the crowd. Is there comfort in a crowd which racuously cheers and boos without thought? Youngsters perhaps may be excused because they know no better, but people who do, should they not stand apart and serve as guides in their own little way?
A guide is not a teacher sermonising. He or she points out the way to the weary wayfarer. A guide gives advice only when asked for and not before.