#UnseenMilestones

In life's vast quarry, rough and wild,
We stand — unshapen blocks of stone.
Each moment's chisel, soft or fierce,
Doth carve our form, to us unknown.

A whisper'd thought, a fleeting glance,
These trifles seem of no import.
Yet in the soul's deep galleries,
They etch a change of grander sort.

The clockwork of our...