Cerebration

Ever noticed how the survival of a group is sustained by just a loyal few?
It is easy to see, in the way that some seem unaffected by added pressure;
       and others seem ready to blow.
The imbalance of this load will be pressing down on a dependable few.

I have noticed a somewhat similar phenomenon on the road.
I saw a truck carrying an average load, something that could easily be moved; was the load evenly distributed.
Someone did not know their function; or did not care enough to do it well.
By mere observation, it was easy to tell; this truck would not reach its end destination with the full load intact.

The same is true about life, and the tasks, responsibilities and care should be distributed; to lighten the load.
How often do we err, by loading more responsibility on one; than what is wise to do?
We do this with ease, assuming that the individual would speak up; but they don’t.
This flub eventually leads to disagreement or detachment, while the other is considered the fool.

And yet, when one has pondered on the situation for a while; it seems so clear to see, but it is not.
The conclusion reached, is only apparent to the one who cared to observe and think.
It is simple to confirm this fact; just try to convince another of the condition of this state.
Minutes, hours, days, weeks and/or months of unrecorded reasoning; data lost for a time, but at least; you understand.

It is here I admire the computer and its ability to record the facts.
I wish to have its properties; I wish I could just copy the data to another, but I am not yet competent of that.
For now I attempt to recollect the most vital data, used to come to the conclusion and offer that.
However; the computation is too complex, the variables to great to communicate in the time I have.

So, I have to face the frustration of seeing something remain imperfect, until others (needed to get it right) understand.
I have to bypass my juniors, until I manage to convince them of the danger; get their assistance to make it right.
Like me, they consider their conclusions to be superior, so I wait for them to catch up.
When they finally find the solution, the merit is theirs; and I smile, at long last, seeing it made right.

To an observer, I might seem stressed, irritated and mad; forgive me for that.
I am sure you can relate to situation sketched above.
I will take greater care; attempt to preserve my thoughts, calculations and the other things that lead me to my conclusions.
I will strive to acquire your understanding; of the things I consider facts.

“Vital data”:
        I assume that most people can relate to the frustration I have attempted to explain above. Because of the harshness of 

this poem, this will be the first time I explain something a little further, unrestraint by a poetic ‘flair.’
       Understanding the phenomenon handled in the poem, is simple. We all have very capable minds, which is recording information all the time. This data is considered before a conclusion is reached. When one has to explain how you got to 
‘that’ answer, often you will find yourself incapable, resorting to mere justification. The mind is constantly using all the     variables it has.
       The only way to get masses to agree is by “formatting” people’s minds, programming it with exactly the same data. Even then it will not work, because they will have to be subjected to exactly the same environment to keep it that way, a task I am afraid; is impossible. Someone will always be removed from such a group.
       The variables considered in the thought process, are so complex to communicate accurately, that we simply smile and  admit that we were wrong, but we are not convinced of that. We just question it, because nobody else could reach the same conclusion. Or, we choose to let it go, because we consider the effort it will take to bring the other to understanding, to great.
       If one new (accepted) variable is presented to the mind; one which was not considered in the original computation, the conclusion is guaranteed to change. I can only assume, but I think most of us are very, very bright; just misunderstood.
By : Thys Groesbeek