I just wrote this to somebody else, and as soon as I sent it out I realized I had to be projecting:
You refuse to admit you don't know something even
when everything you write betrays your pretensions.
If you don't have the sustained focus to accumulate
reliable data upon which to make a judgment of expertise,
you dismiss it as fanciful and un-necessary. That seems
to happen a lot with you. If you can't say what you see,
you blame it on the reader.
God, I must be an aggravating SOB. I don't know how to begin noticing when i do this.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
