If I do not see the world, this fear of vile familiarity, unquenchable thirst for knowledge through culture and insatiable hunger for the unknown will kill me.

It will eat me slowly from the inside like the little green worm in the waxy red apple you last placed on your teacher's desk. It will be the desolate teenager in the corner of the classroom looming upon bright cheery faces to infect and destroy. It will beget a subculture teeming with misery and self-multilation. I will shrivel up and die inside, if I do not see the world.

I need to know. And be known.

Creator. Not just the creative.