Revisions and revisions. The process that began back on–excuse me while I consult the original, handwritten manuscript–August 9, 2016 is slowly coming to fruition. Each pass through the text, stitching, eliminating, altering, infusing, reveals a more polished exterior; the sculptor, once chipping away at a rough hunk of marble, now passes finer and finer grit sandpaper over its surface. The resulting work is much smoother to the touch, though not without its odd burrs and subcutaneous imperfections. Those may never go away completely.

Because nothing is perfect.

There will be a time when the sculptor will lay down his sandpaper and step away from the finished product and remark “Well that isn’t quite right, but it’ll have to do.”

It’s all an experiment of a grandiose degree–one which we are rather proud of (though humble).

And it’s coming.