Not carried away, just an inability to explain. This was the profound moment of my life. Interestingly, a great friend of my youth went to the same place and experienced something similar. It took him 40 years to more or less confess as such, but he wont be drawn on it. It established a very different value base in me than it did him. I wanted to build a life, having come from a poor farming, dysfunctional family. I wanted to marry, have children, have a real career and see if there really was more to life than meets the eye, hence my study of various religions. My friend seemed to lose vitality and went from an extravert to a sedentary kind of guy.
I was an artist and moved into graphic arts and photography. I became a camera operator and later dabbled with marketing, point of sale advertising from concept to print, packaging, doing everything from movie launches to railway station decals, to product placement through outlet chains.
I was sharp, just not educated. You have to remember it was an age when few employers looked at university degrees or there was any need of a resume. You didn't need a certificate or degree to be most things.
