Every rock smashes into everything else and breaks. That doesn’t matter. What matters is whether the rock keeps going the same direction it was going when it smashed. Do you see what I mean? What keeps going? What do you know that keeps going? Never distracted? Never bored? Never deterred? Beat up and threatened, sure. Humiliated and ignored, often. But never never stopped. That’s right. You get it now. My mom.
