Friday, January 29, 2010


The delicacy of an idea. It starts tentatively like a foal on wobbly legs. Trying to stand immediately, it defers to spindly legs. But with no encouragement it falls. If a foal doesn’t learn, within the first few hours of its birth, walking is impossible. An idea must be loved. What happens to a dream deferred? What happens to an idea discouraged?It's a sad heap. All legs.