A world takes shape, obviousness--the quality of a syrup being poured from a bottle and missing the plate, the bottle then righted but without haste,
the sense of then explaining this badly.

A book read with my child a few years ago: of an age when expensive refined white store-bought sugar had greater value in a child’s tongue and imagination than maple syrup, taken from trees at hand.

A trust invested, an initial belief in something of great value there, to justify a decade of not wholly frustrated effort. Effort expended in turn adds to this sense of as yet unarticulated valuableness, yet all is not a shell game. This value is now irrefutable in self-evidentness, confirming the initial trust,

taking shape, obviousness, the quality of syrup. The effort having been taken to explain this with such awkwardness! To claim no value for this explanation. Refined sugar now is cheap, devalued, so that the government must subsidize the growers. Artificial maple flavor added to corn syrup.