Read a book.
Generations have been raised for you. Empires conquered. Gods killed. Romances born. For you. An immutable collective mythos has been conceived, carried, nurtured, made strong, glorified, cut down, despised, lost, forgotten, and resurrected, over and over. For you. People of all nations, colors, and creeds have sacrificed everything to pass their hard-won knowledge across centuries—patiently, lovingly, desperately—for you. You must be pretty fucking important.
