An Errant Thought Captured as it Flew by My Mental Gravity Well[1]

An air of erudition: cultivated perhaps, but with traces of genuine evolution, is sometimes woven into the tapestry of self-perception, and to a great degree, into the perception of others, although how valid it is permanently remains to be proven.

But that’s the nature of erudition as a presumptive character trait; it’s always a work in progress, always open to new challenges which can be addressed only circumspectly, direct defense eradicating its mystique which requires an element of the blasé in close proximity for survival.

True erudition, in its adjective incarnation has to at least share the appearance of a nonchalance so profound that the bearer must seem almost unaware of its existence.

In that sense it seems so similar to the act of striving for the appearance of humility.