Me and my father were discussing about soccer the other day. As the big ambientalist he is he was criticizing the use of the sport at its competitive level. His argument was that when a cup was over only one team wins while the others stay sad and picked upon.
My argument, made on-the-fly, was that there were always more cups and even if the teams focused on winning when they lose the skill they gained would pass on to the next cup.
While watching GSL today, as Boxer loses, I did put myself in his situation. It is so hard to deal with so many feelings. I imagined that would be good if I could just dump my gear into my bag, put my shades and coat and run away, so I could keep the memory of the loss held dearly.
With all the lights and people around the experience gets diluted, abstract and non-serious. Feels like kid's play and non-important while I could be learning a bunch from my play; keeping the memory alive.
Living in Brazil I could relate a bit to what I feel sometimes when everyone keep telling you what you should have done while you can't get to the matter in your own way... giving that so important information feels so important that you don't notice you are screwing their own experience. Addicted to truth
Analogies and confusing sentences aside, the point would be that knowledge is worth spreading when people are open for it. To me it feels like we have a bunch of lores that don't connect to each other.

"I'm trying to free your mind Neo. But I can only show you the door, you are the one who has to walk through it."