Ace Of Black Hearts
A Matter Of Time - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
How does one define expertise?
Is it by what we think we know?
Is it by what we have all experienced?
Is it by certification and degrees?
Is it by what the eyes can only see clearly?
Is it by the time spent or the time wasted?
Indeed such a word is both vague and an uncertain in attributes of any field.
For sometimes we all have yeild, bow and realize we really are just children in playground so big that it will never be fully mapped out.
All we have are our theories, tried and true, or not even close to being proven.
Scientific is not to be exact absolute, but to be repeated recursively until a conclusion can be drawn.
How can one be the architect with the constant atrophe of the human mind.
There are those silietly gifted and fortunate by design.
But it still always just a matter of time.
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