Write What You Know
I have so much left to learn. How can I possibly presume to really know anything? Everything is based on perspective, subjective to the one whose eyes are the looking-glass. I have an opinion for everything. Not everything I say is fact. All I say is my own theory, possibility of what is, what could be. I cannot speak for anyone but myself. I can, however, speak through others. Therein lies the rub. Others have their own subjective perspective of the objective truth. Their views and the color of their souls which the eyes are naught but windows for will undoubtedly taint my words with these, should I choose to take that path to make my wishes known.
We all have our own way of doing things. Though we may eventually reach the same conclusion, how we get there may not have the same order or shape as the map of anyone else to find the very same treasure. I know this. I welcome the new perspectives. They may not find my agreement, but they do offer a lot of material to study, and learn from. That is the way to size another's feet, and see if his shoes might fit me so I could try to walk a mile in them to truly understand which angle the picture is seen from. Only if I have seen all the angles, tried all the smelly, worn, big, small, old, new, tight, wide, high, comfortable, clean, dirty, perfect, ugly, and beautiful shoes, can I hope to see all of the dimensions of the image but time. This I must add myself to breathe life into it.