It's a "wonderful thing", when someone is in touch with their own understanding when they talk and write (even moreso, of course, when they are thinking - but then, it's not just "wonderful", it's AWESOME), because what they say and write has a point, instead of the rambling internal dialogues that pass for thinking in one, which have no point, or several apparent, often contradictory points.
Generally, in humanity at large, talking/writing is a stand-in for understanding. Having none, about themselves or being alive on earth, they talk and write, and talk some more, and write some more, always presuming they're are talking and writing from their understanding (who really 'believes' they are talking/writing from their ignorance?), but they're not. There is no understanding there. Talking and writing is just a stand-in for something which hasn't actually arrived in the stadium yet. It's like an opening act.
But, the headliner, the real reason the tickets were sold in the first place - Mr. Understanding and his 16-piece band - apparently is either still 'on the road', or held up in traffic, or changed his mind about attending altogether. But, the audience doesn't >>really<< care afterall. They only >>believe<< they came for the main act, but in fact, they just came to see and hear everybody else in the stadium (who believe the same thing, of course), and the opening act(s) are a "good enough" reason to be there.
That is, membership in a group, participation on an email list (however sparce, or scanty) is all that any member needs and requires, to >>believe<< they are in their assigned seat, and waiting like everybody else for Mr. Understanding to finally make his grand and glorious showing.
Except that, well, he never shows, he never shows.
ps- there are a few in the stadium with cell phones, and they know Mr. Understanding's number, wouldn't ya just know it!?!
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