There is a unique comfort in a small world.
A man who has only ever seen his own valley believes the valley is the measure of things. The mountains that ring it are the edge of what exists, and the sky above it is the whole of the sky, and he moves through his days with the quiet confidence of someone who has seen everything there is to see.
His viewpoint is complete because his viewpoint is all he has, and a thing that is all you have always feels like enough.
But expand what a man can see, and you take that comfort from him.
