Who Knew

I sometimes find it hard to believe that there is anyone more ignorant than me. Listening to the drumline in an old song, newly discovered patterns that go along, although I have heard the piece countless times before. I then learn there are many aware of such lore. I listen to two women talk and realize the edge and the depth of their assumptions and knowledge of the human condition far exceeds that of mine, despite I so exceed them in years of time. I often wonder how many tolerate and humor me for old time's sake, and secretly think, "Well, maybe someday, someday, he will finally find his way.