Growth

Revolution is not a dinner party, not an essay, nor a painting, nor a piece of embroidery; it cannot be advanced softly, gradually, carefully, considerately, respectfully, politely, plainly, or modestly.
Mao Tse-tung

“Stay back there now!” he croaked. “Just keep your distance, sport. I’ve got nothing you’re after – unless it’s the cheese, and you can have that. If it’s meat you want, I’m nothing but gristle, but I’ll fight to keep it. Back now! back!”
“I’m not a sport, good simpleton,” said Brother Francis, using the polite address. He tossed back his hood to show his monastic haircut and held up his rosary beads. “Do you understand these?”
After a brief scrutiny, the pilgrim straightened. “Oh – one of them.” He leaned on his staff and scowled.
– A Canticle For Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller, Jr. (1959)

Tells a lot about wind direction.
per·am·bu·late (verb)

When I speak, my lips & tongue form the words that are on my mind. These ARE my thoughts, yet they are NOT my thoughts.
I’ll try to turn over a new leaf, a blank page, and start over.

Playing with Humor: When sobering events threaten to put you into a dour mood, don’t let your guard down; try to be funny (TF).
The most profound technologies are those that disappear. They weave themselves into the fabric of everyday life until they are indistinguishable from it.
Mark Weiser