No pioneer nor leader, I am one of many quiet workers. Yet in this pile of wood there lies a world to explore. Along the well-worn path to my garden, wonders.
Even my body contains revelations if I approach with care and curiosity. How best can I place this foot? Which angle makes my back strongest?
Lord, I numb myself with distraction. Let me awaken to the world and discover mystery.
Your treasures await.
(Letter #2,114)
