There is something strange about the concept of “mastering”. Being a genius might even be more conclusive than mastering something. Genius sounds more open to wonder, more dynamic, while mastering anything will not exclude a further improvement, or a mistake, or failure, thus a “master” remains questionable.
The twist of going with beetroot instead of corn kernels for my common blueberry-basil cornbread felt wonderful in my head. Once executed, however, one aspect became evident: beetroots contain much more water than corn kernels.
Perhaps our tongues rely mistakenly on the use of superlatives, instead of rejoicing on the incessant progression of life. And, truly, what would come after reaching a master’s plateau, other than a plateau?