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Like wanting to write when you can’t even read. Like wanting to speak when you don’t even know how to listen. Like wanting to hop, skip, and jump when you have yet to walk. Some things just necessarily follow a certain order. No amount of understanding and tolerance will free you of this burden. Like the artist who claims an affinity for abstract work, when he has yet to paint a face, a form, a figure. Certain things need other certain things at some other certain time. Like the neighbor who makes sure everyone sees the plasma tv mount delivered to his doorstep, when no plasma TV delivery occurred.