This is the third in a series of posts about my recent foray into the interior of Papua.
My visit to the interior provided plenty of time to study and to write, which I really appreciated and enjoyed. But there was one thought in particular that kept nagging at the back of my mind. Whether I was reading about structural violence, theology or development, it was always the same thought: I really think I need glasses.
Now, to be clear, I don’t need glasses because I can’t see – I can see fine. I need glasses to add to the intellectual ambiance. When someone approaches me while I’m working and asks me to explain something, I want to be able to lean back, set down my pen, and take off my glasses as I say something profound.
Without the glasses, it’s just not the same. Without the glasses, I have nothing. If I had glasses, I could distract the person so he or she would not realize that what I’m saying is not that profound, and certainly isn’t original.
And it would look so good…