You talk and talk. You write and write. You want to be heard, be respected. You want to be agreed with.
But how quickly it is before some piece of evidence, or a twitch of empathy, or a different perspective inserts a shard of doubt into the flesh of your arguments. And then where are you? Back at the beginning, wondering if any of that was worth saying.
You are still not ready for this, still not ready to present your position, to show the world the invisible fruits of your long labours. If only you could know everything, you could assimilate every doubt, refine the theory, perfect it so that it was impervious to attack. How they would listen then, with awe and wonder. “You took account of everything, all we can do is applaud”.
Yeah, no… that’s not what you want.
Keep looking I guess…