It’s kind a odd to be lesser than the greater public. When the pack your in, does not even recognizes your presence. It feels clammy cold deep within but it makes you feel and understand more.
The master will understand the craft like its all common sense. The begginer, on the other hand will see it like a newly discovered nebula waiting to be understood.
Greatly significant questions to a begginer are pretty senseless to the master.
Well that’s where a great teacher differs from a mediocre one.
Hardworking intelligent brains don’t piss masters that much.
But those not so blessed wallflowers do.
Making them feel lesser, more attach to the walls.
Only few great souls find their way to this bewildered universe. So please be kind to wallflowers.