Polish belongs to the cities, where everything is smoothed over, refined, and made presentable. It’s the shine on the surface, the gloss of civilization. But wisdom, that comes from the desert—stripped of pretense, laid bare by the endless sun and the silence. Out there, it’s all about survival, about facing the truth without any veneer. The desert doesn’t care about appearances; it only reveals what’s real, what lasts when everything else has been worn away.