Sage
Sage.
That is immediately clear.
It absolutely is one of those jump-off-the-page, slam-bam-intuitive-man slices of Experience.
The kind of experience that happens all the time, if you can manage to pay attention.
As you stare down the word, you recall your first job out of college, and the first sage you met.
Jon S______ was his name.
He was an older guy, pushing 60 at the time. Well-fed and well-learned, the type of engineer as much at ease tuning a carburetor or finessing the fit of a rocking chair as designing a microprocessor. Indeed, he was the Chief of the electrical engineering team you joined, but more than that, he was the person you asked for guidance in solving your own design problems. And if he didn’t know how to help you, he would tell you directly; however, you could never quite be certain if he was testing you, inspiring you to muddle through the void of uncertainty, like the professors you endured just one year ago, like the path you have learned to walk in the decades since.
