The truth is that progress is usually small and sneaky.
The lie is that only big will do; only big will change the world,
so everyone will be kind to each other and the killing will stop.
Big is the magic we look for first, but grace is what makes things work out against all odds. If it were too big, it might sweep away all the bits of knowledge and insight we’re granted as we go along. If it were too big, it couldn’t get through the almost invisible cracks and holes in our walls, in our stone hearts; knowledge comes in tendrils.