I guess it’s a lot like writers of classic literature. I’ve often heard it said that James Joyce’s “Dubliners” or “Finnegans Wake” are sublime, masterful works. And I’ve tried on several occasions to give Joyce’s work a crack to not much avail. I’m sure there are some great and wonderful human truths in there but to date they elude me. Faulkner is another one, while I read and enjoy his work, I can’t help but feel there’s more going on there then I’ve fully grasped. But I keep trying. I keep coming back to these authors and musicians hoping that perhaps, with me at a different time and space, I’ll finally gain that insight that I’ve been missing.
Ultimately, that’s my point – intellectual pursuit. Nothing worth having is easy right? You have got to work at it, whittle away at the edges until finally that moment of break through occurs and you sit back, somewhat smug in satisfaction of the effort expelled.
I’m not really sure how, but it seems to me that we’ve become a nation that looks down on those who are super smart, maybe we don’t like the way they make us feel. I don’t know, I just know that it’s a dumb position to take, instead of denigrating those who have put in the time to academic pursuits, us joe six-packs should be spending a little more time trying to follow in their footsteps because I just can’t believe that the image of the “joe six-pack” is one any of us aspire to.