WHEN YOU'RE A KID you study because you're told to. And when you grow older if you study you study because you want to. And when you ripen further still, you study because you have to. You got to. Because you must know. Not for leisure nor to impress nor impart. But to satiate that all-consuming need... To unearth, to deconstruct, to excavate as far as possible into the impenetrable core of all things. Because it's a ball. And because occasionally wee little nuggets of grubby truth pop out. And if you're quick you can catch 'em! Store them in a jar and break them out as you see fit. Or never at all. It's not really about the jar, anyways. It's about the work. What else is there to do? We're so small.