Sometimes disruption is loud and disorderly and completely out of place, and sometimes it’s loud and orderly, and erupts in exactly the right place at exactly the right time. It is like the ice on the lake in late winter, the way it will be in another month (or two), when suddenly one night you hear it booming out there, cracking, like an explosion, and in the morning it’s not one fissure on the surface but a massive web of ruptures, and into every hairline fracture the sun streams in and water flows, and soon the ice is compromised entirely, and then it’s gone and you can’t quite believe it was ever there at all, that firm, intractable foundation.
-Rev. Victoria Safford, “Say All the Words”
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