The ground, pushing up,
pushes me up and again
out of my own way.The ground, seizing me;
The power of the still earth
pushes me aside.The powerful earth
pushing its power upward
through my own two soles.
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In the confrontation between the stream and the rock, the stream always wins; not through strength, but through persistence.
— AnonymousThe Cat Cam
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