It takes a lot of time to craftfully rearrange the machinery of a manufacturer, unless you went to school for it. But either way you cross your fingers once it's all together and hope there wasn't an invisible component. It takes faith to get behind the wheel after the mechanic's first break job, or second break job, or first-break-job-in-a-while break job.
Generalizers say the world was simpler once when boys were good at break jobs and girls were good at blow jobs. It gets less simple when you remember such generalizations can't explain the irregular, and the irregular freckles and spots every part of life. Meaning: life is too complicated to always be normal. Some girls are good at break jobs, and some boys are good at blow jobs, and that turns generalizations upside down, at least in those fringe moments, where life shows us what's real: something out of the generalization. Because that generalization was just made up by someone trying to simplify a big, irregular world.
The fringe moments are when you're deep under the hood of a 33 year-old car, and you learn that identical throttle position sensors will rotate opposite directions, depending on manufacturing specs, and you've bought the wrong one. The inventor made the sensor so it could work. The manufacturer made it complicated so it could sell better for someone somewhere. The nonconformist made it complicated because of who they are, or where they are that makes them need a NEARLY identical sensor. The generalizer made it simple to keep the sanity when I bought the piece without a second thought.
These crafters are everywhere in everything now: car parts, car industries, historic perspectives, moral compasses. Now, all we're left with is time and the puzzle of figuring out what they all did while we didn't exist yet.
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PoetrySmall collection of thought-ticklers. Take some time to understand the world in a mad hatter meets English professor kind of way - yeah... I think highly of myself.
