A Revelation

To discuss for a moment the ten-fold:

When we find two related somethings, but one
requires ten times the time to accomplish as the other,
what strikes us is of course the precision.

I suppose that with averages
we’re constantly dealing with an imprecise
science;

however, the precision hides
in the ability of the thing to have something
like an

average—measurability
as quality.

For the work I do--
and perhaps the particular work of the moment--
is always divided
into two: reception and creation, and the latter
tends to take ten
times the time as the former.

For something that ought to be obvious at the outset,
you may or may not be surprised to find out that
that little tidbit—that’d been hanging, ripe above
my head—floored me. What a stat.

What could be more precious than it?
What could be more imaginary?
What could be more in my mind?
What could be less?
What could it be used to do?
What could you be if you knew of
its mysteries combined with knowledge
of quality?

Lasciate ogni speranza voi ch'entrate.
There is no reason not to.