Wisdom Isn't Downloadable
You can’t recognize "good" if you haven't put in the hours to see what "bad" looks like.
The internet promised us instant expertise, and it delivered—sort of. We can Google anything and prompt AI to explain everything. But we’ve confused access to information with the slow seasoning that comes from actually doing the thing.
You can read every manual on breadmaking and still end up with a dense, disappointing loaf. At some point, flour has to get under your fingernails. You have to rush the rise or misread the dough to learn what no recipe can explain.
As the saying goes, experience is a hard teacher—it gives the test first and the lesson later. You can’t hack the test.
We want the black belt without the white-belt bruises, but some knowledge only reveals itself slowly, like a photograph developing in a darkroom. Rush the process and you don’t get clarity; you get noise.
Wisdom isn’t just knowing what works—it’s knowing what works for you, in this moment, with these constraints. That kind of judgment can’t be copy-pasted.
The irony is that what eventually looks like “intuition” or “good judgment” is usually the residue of a lot of imperfect showing up: missteps prayed over, conversations revisited, choices made and examined.
There’s no app for that.


What you describe is the flowering of Grace — the sprouting forth of the mustard seed