Encouragement, like a preposterously beautiful stalactite, grows little by little.
Each tiny drop, trickling down and down, carries with it a few more tiny grammes of substance.
Between them, over a time which no clock can measure, they make something new – suspended in the inner space, a testament to the drips which made it.
Like a stalactite, too, it only takes a careless stumble or an ill-guarded move to snap it off altogether.
That’s when the drips begin their work again, each tiny carrier bearing the seeds of re-creation.
Thank God, today, for the drips.
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