In a way, I admire the persistence of ignorance, especially the kind that multiplies, which Plato termed double ignorance.
The kind that makes you believe you know stuff when you don’t. Plato labelled the condition as a source of great and monstrous evils: a false conceit of wisdom.
Now that’s all a bit strong and deep for the source of my own frustration yesterday.
We’re a long way from base here, and things get done differently, on their own time and in their own way. I’m OK with that. But seven hours is a long stretch—not the trip to Mildura—the two T20 games to listen to the same stuff, in the same tone, and without the slightest hint of acknowledgment that the dialogue might be grating. Not to mention not doing what they were there to do—no names, no genders here. Well, gender, yes: Male.
That said, as mentioned earlier, I respect the commitment to task and the durability to withstand consistent knock-backs. Truly, I do.
We arrived to a windy 33°C. Yesterday, Mildura wound it back to a cool and breezy 15°C. Today she slowly turns up the heat to 18°C, before closing out the trip with two 25°C days.
It’s OK to be wrong—for a while. The problem is when you don’t know you are.
Will we get the same today? I’m not sure I can risk that; a different vantage point might be sought.
If this read like a stocking-filler, it probably was.
And the bridges. Thanks to Adelaide Dupont for sharing the Vasey Houghton Bridge in Yarra Glen.
“The “Vasey Houghton Bridge,” a bridge on the Melba Highway across the Yarra River, was named in his honour and opened on 23 January 1999.”
Read more on Vasey Houghton, if you like. Or try to find him in Wiki Roulette!
Nick
Still in Mildura
Plato into Mildura, that’s a first, take a breath and let the wisdom flow. You got this 😎