“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
Sometimes I think my skills are prosaic among the flashier feathers around me. A militant desire to decrease disarray. A knack for marshalling resources to plan. A black and whiteness of belief that is both my Achilles heel and my deepest source of strength.
I've come to realize that squeezing order out of chaos is the less lauded cousin of building anew. An alter ego of a force, trimming disorderly growth, howling down entropy. My calling is the roping off, the cleaning up, the taming, of my hunk of universe. There is much good to do.
— Kate Terry