The eccentric fool

Once upon a time there was a gorilla. The gorilla was black and partly blue. The blue color was not an inheritence through genetics but he got his hair dyed blue. Once upon another time there was a gorilla who was black and partly red. The red color was not in his genes but an epitome of prevailing fashion.
Once upon a time there was a man who was an intellectual and partly eccentric. He was not eccentric because he was always like that but because it was a reaction to the prevailent culture. Another once upon a time the same man thought that if he commited himself to the learning and apprehension of prevalent knowledge and mastery, he would dibilitate his life in it - hence, will never be able to innovate anything. So he started looking for an alternative. A few more days plus that another once upon a time, he observed something that served as a metaphor to him in later stages of his despised bourgeois life. He saw a honey bee move from flower to flower sucking on the nectar but never fully exhausing the supply in each flower. The bee's intentiion appeared to fully cover the garden than to accumalate sufficent amount of nectar.
He hence conculded that expertise in a field is extremely essential only if the seeker is an immortal; for a mortal the overall picture, and the general imrpession is more significant. From that day on his days were spent in search for the secret of imortality, till the day of mortality.
The gorillas, if they hear the story of that man who was intellectual and partly eccentric, would wish that he had rather not wished for expert knowledge, but to gather a little bit in every field that was available to him, and be innovative himself.