A Master - Poem by Gary Diamond
You know, being a master of something doesn't neccesarily mean you're any good.
You can spend years and years trying to hone something down.
A sonnet, a dish, the perfect sailboat - anything.
However, just because you mastered a skill, or an art.
Doesn't mean you're any good at applying it.
A true master of both the art and it's application can't be pinned down like some want.
It can't be structured the same way twice because you
Can't structure a person the same way twice.
Even a clone is still a poor flawed imitation in uncontrollable ways.
It works differently for all.
There are a few common truths to be noted though.
A true master takes as much or as little time as the task requires.
There cannot be too much or too little.
Too many spices in the dish will clutter the tastebuds.
Too few planks on the deck will leave sailors with unsteady footing.
In a story, poorly drawn characters will be dull.
Overdrawn characters will leave a person feeling foolish
As their own imagination will be put to bed.
The art of art is balance.
And the balance varies from person to person.
This is why
Please all people
All of the time.
So don't try.
Just make something that feels good to make.
Don't try and cram it all in there.
Let it breathe a little.
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