My hometown is built on a hill that slopes towards the sea. The beach is separated from town by thirty-foot bluffs. For over a century, the city has built staircases to carry locals and tourists from street to sand and back again. Stone and iron are among the strongest things we humans have, but they are no match for the sea. In the fifty years since my family moved to Carmel, we’ve seen the staircases washed away time and again. They are rebuilt each time, often in different ways as engineers adapt to both technological progress and lessons learned from previous storms. That only means the new staircase lasts a little longer than the old version.
Not Free to Desist from the Work: Porn, Guns, and Holding Back the Tide
One of my favorite quotes ever! Love Pirkei Avot!
Beautiful, Hugo.
Thank you. This made my morning.