There’s an old story about a group of blind men who touch different parts of an elephant. They’re all convinced they understand what the elephant is. But, of course, their understanding differs depending on whether they touch the trunk, tail, tusk or leg.
Sometime I think I’ve become the elephant. When I speak to folks about what I do (and especially when they read my blog), they often latch onto a part that relates to their own experience. It’s really nice when someone’s interested in what you do. But, as someone given to distraction, I’m often led astray. I think, “Wow, someone’s interested in that. I should pursue it.”