Some say that we have no idea whether God exists or not. Others say that there are lots of things that are beyond human comprehension. Thomas Henry Huxley thought up a word for this: agnosticism.
One thing that is surely beyond anyone’s ken is the mind of a writer. I would say that not even the most self-aware writer is fully cognisant of the nuances of meaning of his own words. It, therefore, amuses me to see learned critiques of books and poems written dozens, if not hundreds of years ago, which purport to know the hearts and minds of their authors. If I can’t fully understand my own words, then what hope can even the most educated of scholars have to uncover my motivations, much less those of the long dead.
Can’t think what else to write about this so here are a couple reviews of a banana slicer as seen on Amazon: