A Lifetime Doing Nothing (Story 68 excerpt)
Story 68 from 'A Lifetime Doing Nothing' by Ian McCrorie. On my way to school one bitterly cold winter's day, I passed a house in the early stages of being built. The workers were framing the roof. The wind was howling, the snow was blowing, and they kept at it because that is what we all must do. We choose our path…roofer, physicist, or, like me, a solo contemplative on a hilltop in India. But we hone our craft every day, even...
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