There’s nothing wrong with living within and without yourself as long as you know where home is; and when some ole country friend of yours wants to go howl at the moon in your upper class front yard, don’t scream Hick! Just stare into your sky lite and say hello.
Wisdom’s learned through the passing of time and experience. Books relate what could happen or could have possibly happened but never what’s really coming down Up! Look as a group of stars cluster and call themselves the galaxy worth watching.
The funeral’s lead horse never follows dead soldiers to fresh graves; the bodies would just rot into little fragments anyway, right where they’re at and become nothing more than a part of the earth and the sky.