On Will

I keep thinking how much work, or family life, or any attempt to impose will on the world, is like those guys who demolish buildings by setting charges at strategic places and timings. Except you get to ride the thing down in slow(er) motion. I've probably said this before. As orbit is a perpetuated fall, civilization is a perpetuated crash. Strong determination may influence the outcome, but it definitely makes it more painful. I guess I'm nonetheless addicted to those flashing glimpses of a change in ways I approve.