To Be A Master


Poor Richard says, “The eye of the master will do more work than both his hands.” Up until an hour before the deadline I was a master, but a master without any writing for the blog. Woe is the life of a master. Perhaps if I were to never write the six hundred words necessary to get a good grade, then I could always call myself a master. If anyone asked me to prove that I was a master I could show them this quote. Once they see the quote they will understand that I am truly a master, and forever after I will be revered by all who know me. People will look at me as the authority and will do my biding. Power will begin to poor through my veins, and that’s bad, because I’m pretty sure those tubes are for blood only.

But I’ll turn back to reality to focus on what really stands out, “Want of care does us more damage than want of knowledge.” Nowadays we would just say “lack of” instead of “want of” but that’s just to clear things up. So, most people tend to think of knowledgeable people as “bookworms,” or people who are constantly using their eyes (sorry, blind people get no rep. in this point) to read, but the people who show real kindness tend to use their hearts and hands to care for people. If we see masters as people who use their eyes more than their hands aren’t we just putting authority in the hands of people who don’t care as much? Isn’t that what does us more damage? I’m not going to act like I know what’s best, but maybe more people should read those two lines. It’s already too late for me though; I’m too awkward to make that impact. Imagine life is a party. I’m at the edge of the room, but the food is in the middle. All I have to do is use my hands to push everyone out of my way. If you refer to the first paragraph you’ll remember that my blood is slowly becoming replaced by power, so my hands are lacking blood right now and I can’t push anything. (My brain also obviously lacks blood based on this post, but anyway) I’m forced to spend my time observing and judging.

I really feel like I’ve uncovered the truth behind what it means to be a “master.” If you lack the talent to act in any useful way, lack social skills, and pretend there is something you are good for, then you are a master. I’m not pointing any fingers, but the proof is in the president… I mean pudding.

Lastly, Poor Richard gives us, “Not to oversee workmen, is to leave them your purse open.” But doesn’t God want us to be charitable? Maybe the point of this quote is that we shouldn’t oversee everyone who is beneath us. Maybe we shouldn’t take on the role of a master, but instead we should leave our purses and our hands open. If we keep our hands busy with the goal of providing for people so that they won’t lack care in the pursuit of wealth, then we could be much better off. All it takes is three quotes from Ben Franklin to go on this incredible journey of understanding. Clearly, I have lost my title of master and now think more about how I can use my hands, and that change is thanks to Ben.

I lied about the money part though. I’m not going to let anyone near my purse.

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