I reach through the fog in search of something to say, some profundity to help my fellow human make progress along the way and fend off disaster, or if not disaster at least fend off inconvenience or a wrong turn.
But when you declare, “I shall write pith today, I shall crack the code, I shall show my fellow human the light,” it doesn’t come.
The miraculous wisdom creeps up on you sideways, catches you from the corner of your eye when you’re looking at the horizon, taps you on the shoulder, and says, “You know what? Here’s what you need right here.”
And you sigh and say, “Of course. I knew it all along, but I couldn’t have told you until just this moment.”
