I am a believer in the power of endless action and reaction. You know those beautifully rounded pebbles which you gather on the sand and hold in your hand and marvel at their exceeding smoothness? They were chiseled into their varied and graceful forms by the ceaseless action of countless waves. Of a consistent set of giving and taking a way. By workers who never tolerate, without certain rebuke, any contradiction to their wise example. That's why my current inaction is so frightening. For I know that inaction is followed by stagnation. Stagnation is followed by pestilence and pestilence is followed by death.
