Something told me you’d need it, and by something, I mean common sense. And by need it, I mean you’re an idiot.
Knowing stuff has no value anymore. Not when the answer is in my back pocket or sitting on my desk. The youth has it figured out. The future will be filled with beautiful idiots who just want to feel.
You may as well read the Bible for its history which, it goes without saying, is a fool’s errand fit only for idiot children.