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Honest deceit

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Given a major portion of my life to it…some thinking about it and the other some trying to learn what actually it about is!
Though now after all that time I still don’t know what I was here to know… all the while I have developed a feeling. A Feeling developed, neither of love nor reverence but complete aversion.

Repugnance is not for the craft but the factual dexterities required to master the craft! I thought the craft was to display but a parade is what I must learn.

Crafts have their language but the things that confuse me are the polished euphemism. The conveyance of skill needs a medium. There are men whose expertise communicates all that is worthy of getting across. Though, step in some middlemen who promote not craft but all that is other than that. All this not at the cost of the craftsmen or the crafts for those are entities far beyond reach but the impact of it is faced by the learners, the beginners… the student.
Who is to distinguish between crafts and business when both exist in the same world?
Who is to teach what when craftsmen decide to stop midway!

In schools need be taught skill of entrepreneurship… in life need be taught mastery of insensitivity.

Recognizing strength and distinguishing tact… what is to be believed apart the judgments?  What is to be done when the verdicts belittle?

Who is to be blamed for the loss of reference? From where are the quenched to absorb the need for life?
Discoloration colors everything. How are we to know the real ensign?
Adultery is the current fervor. Who needs an honest attempt?

The audible decibel just rose higher. Would anything subtle be heard ever?
If you state the understated … how do we learn the unstated?
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