The Shadow of the Centre Georges Pompidou

I grew up in the shadow of the Centre Georges Pompidou, right in the center of Paris, France.
For months at a time, I did not get to see or experience nature.

An image from a childhood movie remains vivid in my mind. It is a fragment from a scene. There is a snowy landscape. The protagonist dismounts from his horse, bends down, and picks up a twig with two acorns. The twig fills the screen and is gently rotated so that one can take in it's features.

We are shaped by the first years of our life. Coincidence has little to do with why we are, who we are, and why we do what we do.