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Sep. 16th, 2022 12:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
noahgibbsIn a better world we would have serious, hard-eyed women and men who stood above, carrying a stick, and had no patience for my capering or my bashful-eyed denials and "I tried"s.
In a better world, saying, "this is what I did" would hold no weight, and they would correct my poor conclusions and make sure no listener was misled.
They would look on my mistakes of forty, thirty, twenty, ten, five years of working at one thing and another and let me know, there is a proper way to do it all. And the right way is not obvious, which is why we must learn it. And the result of the right way is good, and my results are not, not yet.
Here I am, standing in this poor world with forty bare years of experience draped across my nakedness, like trousers frayed thin, saying, "I was here for this little time -- I am sorry that this knowledge is all I could find."
My stubbornness is strong. With my frayed years and my apologies, I will do all I can to build a better world. Someday our world will have serious-eyed people who can tell the real truth, the truth I am too weak and too early and -- now -- too old to ever find. If you ever see a hard glint of real truth in my poor offerings, understand that I can see the hard-eyed people, far in the distance. Perhaps the very smallest picture of them flickers, a distortion reflected in my eyes.
In a better world, saying, "this is what I did" would hold no weight, and they would correct my poor conclusions and make sure no listener was misled.
They would look on my mistakes of forty, thirty, twenty, ten, five years of working at one thing and another and let me know, there is a proper way to do it all. And the right way is not obvious, which is why we must learn it. And the result of the right way is good, and my results are not, not yet.
Here I am, standing in this poor world with forty bare years of experience draped across my nakedness, like trousers frayed thin, saying, "I was here for this little time -- I am sorry that this knowledge is all I could find."
My stubbornness is strong. With my frayed years and my apologies, I will do all I can to build a better world. Someday our world will have serious-eyed people who can tell the real truth, the truth I am too weak and too early and -- now -- too old to ever find. If you ever see a hard glint of real truth in my poor offerings, understand that I can see the hard-eyed people, far in the distance. Perhaps the very smallest picture of them flickers, a distortion reflected in my eyes.
