I believe there you can acquire certain strength of intellect if you grow up in the country. It may come from all the moments when it was only you, the nature and your thoughts. No noise of the streets, no crowd around you, no constant running into friends, acquaintances or simply other people. No endless temptations of events, places, opportunities. Just you, the nature and your thoughts.
You learn to hear them clearly and make your way throught them, as you walk along the country lanes, to their conclusion, because you are not interrupted by what people in towns and cities constantly are: places to go, people to meet, things to do, or worse - buy.
There’s more: the thoughts you think lead you somehow to the wisdom that transcends your garden, your village, your neighbours, the country and the world.
You begin to make out the voices that once were so faint in your mind: those of past men who left all those wise things you now and then had a glimpse of.
The voices become clearer and sentences longer and more intriguing and convincing. At some point, another voice, whisper rather reaches you. Although quiet, it has some unexplained incredible force. Could it be ...
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