One May, oh, cook poorly, or be socially graceless, or invest unwisely, or fail to achieve the best personal hygiene. But one doesn't want to live wrong - from breath to breath, from start to finish, to get it wrong, so wrong, so fully wrong, that one has never had the glimmer of an idea that it might be better. Or does one? Maybe if you're going to get it that wrong, it's better to get it all wrong. The proverbial stupid any crawling on the hat bring of the prophet, eager only for the shade behind the prophet's left ear, and ignorant of the civilization-altering sermon it is witnessing.