I live in a land of unofficial laws, you said, your feet up on the table.
You can come and stay with me, for a time. I'll show you the lay of the land, you said.
I had pretty pictures in my mind of colorful maps and flow charts.
And so I did. Stay with you. But I left again without ever having learned them, those unofficial laws. Compliance does not imply understanding. And there were no maps. Just thick walls. And no colors, just the gray of black and white pictures. And of course no flow charts. Just endless check lists. It was all very slick.
You gave it your best though. You gave it everything you had. It, not me.
One day, you will have to be forgiven for your generosity.