the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. what comes to my mind is the work of an illusionist who by the sleight of hand produces a rabbit out of a mad hatters hat. but then only the illusionist and his co-workers could know the endless preparations, countless practice and foul ups just to achieve a seemingly flawless execution onstage, apparently so effortless, so undeserving, so overnight-ly and so amateurish and so not real. and then we feel the exhaustion, look at the skills we built on and on, talk with the people who became part of our daily toils, and then we sit back with contentment. Were so real. the illusionist rests his case. All in Gods time and His ways and means...
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 05:48:36 +0000
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