a young boy once always listened to his teachers to hear everything about the lovely blues above.to him they were failures.no stories or even facts heard from them.so he did not give ear to them too.he read and read whatever may be the piece of paper that passed his way-by gentle wind or thrown away by his friends or some anonymous.later,he turned out to be a reader,but not so much voracious.he became a teacher in his youth.and told everything he remembered about the sky,the earth,the rain,the sunshine,gentle wind and hurricane and this and that under the sun.so turned out a zealous man of anxieties.curious and curious he grew.now anxious to know more and more.tries and tries unfailingly.and seeks new ways to gain more and more.