Some writers will tell you there is a finite amount of editing you can do before you cut the soul out of your work. They will say that at some point you have to stop with the rewrites, stop with the second guessing, stop with the over analyzing and just send it off. Another school of thought is that you can’t edit enough and that a deadline and printing press are the only reasons you should stop revising your work. While walking around in Dogtown I found what can only be described as the most perfectly edited piece of public literature, perhaps in the entire history of the written word.
The author didn’t waste time with useless story, didn’t get bogged down by lofty purpose, and avoided every possible extraneous word. There’s no question about what is being described, and it’s written in such a way that a child could instantly understand it, while not catering to that demographic. A senior citizen would have no problem deciphering the intent. But what of the message itself? It’s something everyone can support and rally behind. Blind to lines created by politics or religion or race. It’s a flag anyone can wave, and proudly.
Most notably, the author didn’t even care to take credit for this masterpiece. There’s no signature or attribution to speak of. It’s as if this is a gift from some anonymous scribe to the world, asking nothing in return. We can all learn something from the selflessness of this message. I know I have.
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