Anyone who have been reading these short telex’s about my experience of life can fairly make the assumption that I am a professional scoffer. Something in the way of a career choice that might get one a certain amount of attention but never any real notice. Humility does not seem to be one of the stronger inferences backing up a lot of artfully crafted words and phrases that ripple of the tongue like machine gun rounds. But occasionally when I sit alone reflecting upon the amount of awe that I have enjoyed in the enjoyment of the work of someone who along with someone else was there where their hearts were really in it. I am driven to speechlessness. Not so much in not having any fit words to describe their offering. But more perhaps like someone in the audience who has been sated by them. I realize my own limits and duly inspired, rather than throw in the towel, I know that armed with this new knowledge reminding me of what is really good, I can tomorrow, once again, set about picking up my own pieces. And devote myself to that noble task that has easily killed the ardor of many better than I. More than that, no one can do.
A Short Burst of Humility