I’ve begun my daily trek of undulating the hills and dales of Yellow Hill Road once again. The six mile round trip was initiated last summer in preparation for the brain surgery. This season, it’s more about persistence and wanting to relish in the elixir of physical penance. I need to push myself and as I do I’m possessed by the thought of time. I am humbled by the disparity between geological and human time, humbled by the fleeting nature of my existence. I don’t have the luxury of changing my shape over the epochs. Life is short. Time is of the essence. But if I am going to make the most of my life, if I am going to strive for some heroic contribution, then it may take awhile. I may need all the time I can get. And so I persist in keeping on. Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is filled with educated derelicts. Persistence and determination are alone omnipotent. ‘Press on!’ has been and always will be the answer to every human problem. I’m just sayin’.