I like the humility and humor. As I read this, it's about a guy who wears thick-rimmed glasses, like Mr. Magoo's or Waldo's, and good-naturedly accepts a lot of teasing about it. This person's a wanderer (an English speaker in the South of France), a seeker, a would be Wise Man. He feels that "too many years" of study have made him nearsighted in more ways than one, that he's still no closer to enlightenment - it's not the kind of epiphany where suddenly things become clear, but where it becomes clear that nothing's really clear.
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