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Thank you for servicing this work. It does add value to the world. I echo this because it’s so easy for rain clouds — having watered the lands and dissolved again — to discount their value, so rarely seeing the growth their downpours bring.
I will trust then, that my pouring out of myself to this work has done good. I trust in this because I know that your pouring out of yourselves has done good. I know this because I am a beneficiary of your good, having benefited from working with you. I write this note addressed to every one of us. How special. Not a person here would I exempt, so I need no alternant notes.
We are all rainmakers. I hope the byproducts of our efforts — the thunder, the hail, the pressure, and our constant deliquescence — do not cloud the product: the good.
I’ve surfed but one of this company’s many waves. I’m quick to hear about waves of past. Bigger. Better. But this wave, for everything it was, was my perfect ride, bringing me safely ashore to the next island of my life. Crested, crashed, and the swash upon the beach, it’s time for me to wave goodbye before I’m swept up again by the undertow.
From Quentin 🙂
By Poems, Writings, Essays, and Lessons by QNTNThank you for servicing this work. It does add value to the world. I echo this because it’s so easy for rain clouds — having watered the lands and dissolved again — to discount their value, so rarely seeing the growth their downpours bring.
I will trust then, that my pouring out of myself to this work has done good. I trust in this because I know that your pouring out of yourselves has done good. I know this because I am a beneficiary of your good, having benefited from working with you. I write this note addressed to every one of us. How special. Not a person here would I exempt, so I need no alternant notes.
We are all rainmakers. I hope the byproducts of our efforts — the thunder, the hail, the pressure, and our constant deliquescence — do not cloud the product: the good.
I’ve surfed but one of this company’s many waves. I’m quick to hear about waves of past. Bigger. Better. But this wave, for everything it was, was my perfect ride, bringing me safely ashore to the next island of my life. Crested, crashed, and the swash upon the beach, it’s time for me to wave goodbye before I’m swept up again by the undertow.
From Quentin 🙂