For different reasons than his, that song hits right in there. Pinocchio Story is the story if a boy who, to become a real boy, needs to become bloody brutally earnest, face monsters never imagined, and rescue his creator from a monster which had swallowed him whole and dragged him to the bottom of the ocean. That is the story of the boy lost in lies and chaos, lost in emotional lures and pretense. And who can only, and I mean only, save himself by rising to the ocasion and become a hero. Someone who takes the burden onto himself, without bitterness or resentment, out of duty and calling, and for that, he may await his reward by the gods. That is, for all its embellishment, the story of me. And it is the truest, darkest, and eternal story of being a human being. The light will only come for those who will surrender themselves and rise to carry their weight. Not mindlessly. not blindly. Don't take this as an endorsement of blind obedience. I could never endorse such a thing. It is an endorsement of fulfillment. Of what, fundamentally, can, like scientifically, only even enable fulfillment. The surrender to something greater than yourself. Something meaningful. Something alive. Something beyond yourselves. That may be peers. Family. Elders. Lived ideals. It does not matter. What matters is that it is real, that it is alive, and that you serve it, and your servitude is appreciated for what it is. All very questionable attributes, but if given, there u go.