Idiot Professional

Being a professional in a special field 

has many privileges. 

For example, 

he has a say in the special field 

while other non-professionals cannot; or 

he has a say for the special field 

while other non-professionals cannot. 

And among the many privileges, 

a certain professional treasures very much 

one particular privilege he has, namely, 

the excuse for being an idiot in all other fields. 

When such a professional is approached 

for holistic advice / work output / or whatever 

in his workplace or in his private social circles, 

he cannot have the capability to do so 

as the real reason is that

he may have good professional knowledge in his field, 

but has little or none in others, 

and without common sense. 

But he has the strong excuse for 

being an idiot in all other fields by claiming that 

he is a professional only in a special field, 

but he is not a professional in all other fields. 

The best he can do is 

to simply pass the buck to others,

or other professionals in other fields!

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Leon the Professional (1994) 

(Sting - Shape of My Heart)

"Shape Of My Heart"

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance [Studio version:] The hidden law of a probable outcome [Live version:] The hidden laws of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the Jack of diamonds
He may lay the Queen of spades
He may conceal a King in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
But those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear a loss
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart