Sunday, November 13, 2011

on patience

Stalactites hang from the ceiling. Stalagmites grow from the floor. All are fragile crystals, born from the sweat of rocks in the depth of caves etched into the mountains by water and time. Stalactites and stalagmites spend thousands of years reaching down or reaching up, drop by drop, searching for each other in the darkness. It takes some of them a million years to touch. 
They are in no hurry.

-Edwardo Galeano

1 comment:

  1. Howdy Megan;

    Eduardo Galeano is a great writer from uruguay, South America... Do do like this thought which actually belong to him?:

    utopia is on the horizon. I move two steps closer, it moves two steps further away. I walk another ten steps and the horizon runs ten steps further away. As much as I may walk, I'll never reach it. So what's the point of utopia? The point is this: to keep walking

    Bye /// Amalia ;)