“Do you know the capital of Portugal?” she asks.
No, and what’s the point? I have no need to know the capital of Portugal.
“Ah, need is such a big word,” she says.
In the end, you need food and water and a modicum of shelter.
“Need for what? For what purpose?” she asks. “Need to stay alive? Need to accomplish your life’s meaning? Need to be happy? You say you have no need to know the capital of Portugal. But who is to say when you might need to know? Why not simply assimilate the knowledge and be content? Not all learning needs to be immediately practical.”
Ha, ha, there’s that word again, needs. Fine, I’ll look it up.
“With its central location, Lisbon became the capital of the new Portuguese territory in 1255.”
“New” territory? The territory was ancient as the Earth itself. No, this was not new territory, merely newly marked with arbitrary lines with which someone asserted, “This is my jurisdiction, mine, me – the king of the world. Well, yes, for now only the king of Portugal, but tomorrow – on the morrow – tomorrow …”