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RE: Hugs for Everyone! (A rant on growing up wild)
Time is a blowtorch that steadily burns away that which is not strong enough to survive. A grindstone constantly flinging off the bits that can't hold on tight enough, in the process leaving the rest with a nice, sharp edge.
Current philosophy is to never sharpen the blade.
I always expected to be one of the bits flung off in the sharpening process.
Who knew!