Blinded By the Slight

Hank Gerber writes this Note to The Cube . . .

Why oh why do I let it happen?

Here I am, working hard on this hand-me-down project: refining, defining, formatting, fitting, making it look feel read right.

But it's wrong.

That's the bugger: the whole thing is wrong to begin with.

And, instead of being able to step back, take the time, take the long view, take corrective action, I am caught up in the details.

"The Devil is in the details," they say - but that's not the Devil's only crime: he makes you blind.

Blinded by the slight:
Caught up in minutia
And losing our sight.
Blinded by the slight -
Those form fitting fixers are pretty twisted tricksters
And, baby, you know what I mean:
I mean we don't know what we're doin'
But what we're doin' is we're screwin'
The daylights out of anything with meaning!
Because we're
Blinded by the slight:
Caught up in minutia
And losing our sight.
Blinded by the slight