Stress is a funny thing. Stress compresses a bunch of snowflakes into a river of ice. The stress of gravity pulls the river down from the mountaintops, the pressure carving out a new face on the rock below. Stress keeps pieces of the glacial face from staying attached and so, when finally pulled too far, it breaks its ties and falls into the water waiting below. Eventually it melts and becomes part of something else, something bigger. So it goes.
When we watch all of this happen, we see the beauty, the wonder, the splendor. The end result. We see the 15% of the iceberg above the water and don't think at all about the 85% below. We don't think about the pressure that had to be applied all of the way down the line, just for the snowflake to turn back into water.
When we watch all of this happen, we see the beauty, the wonder, the splendor. The end result. We see the 15% of the iceberg above the water and don't think at all about the 85% below. We don't think about the pressure that had to be applied all of the way down the line, just for the snowflake to turn back into water.
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