Many small steps, fortuitous, coincidental, asynchronous, define the path of a stamp’s journey through history, to meet up with its collector, who themselves have followed a similarly fortuitous path to get to the place where they encountered the stamp.
To say nothing of the path of conceptual and design choices followed by whoever designed it, and funded it, and printed it, and with what equipment and inks and personnel and experience, and in what country with what history that brought that country and its institutions into being.
And to say even less of the maker of the artwork selected by the designer, and the choices in skill and technique employed by that artist and under what patronage and custom.
And so on, ad infinitum. Trees within trees withing trees. Back to the beginning of the Universe.
And I get given it as a gift.