Old #64 chose... a gentle jog, fast enough to prove I was alive, slow enough to savor the cheers. They washed over me. They warmed me. I knew I could live without them but I loved them.

Savor the mystery, Stephen, we don't get enough of them.

No pleasure has any savor for me without communication.

Тhe gentle overcomes the rigid.
The slow overcomes the fast.
The weak overcomes the strong."
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"Everyone knows that the yielding overcomes the stiff,
and the soft overcomes the hard.
Yet no one applies this knowledge.

We tend to like a fast pace, so when you slow it down we get impatient. We knew we had to adjust to their pace because they had the lead. It took us a while to settle down.

And come he slow, or come he fast,