When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without … Continue reading When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow, it will split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before.
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