Astronomer

You find my grumble on the philosophical (probably metaphysical) question of making choice and the history of Roman Empire irrelevant ? In fact, I have the same feeling.

And the story Astronomer in Aesop's Fables comes to my mind.

Here it goes:

An astronomer used to go out at night to observe the stars. One evening, as he wandered through the suburbs with his whole attention fixed on the sky, he fell accidentally into a deep well. While he lamented and bewailed his sores and bruises, and cried loudly for help, a neighbor ran to the well, and learning what had happened said, "Hark ye, old fellow, why, in striving to pry into what is in heaven, do you not manage to see what is on earth?"

As my neighbour, you may be right. On the other hand, more often than not, we just focus on the earth while walking in the wood (or worse, sailing in an uncharted sea) and soon lose our way ...

... unless we look up to the Polaris for guidance.