I’ve had curving paths and avoiding obstacles ahead on my mind a lot lately. When the way directly forward isn’t an option anymore, finding a new route to keep moving, to keep making some progress, becomes critical when the alternative is to remain stubbornly locked in position as pressures grow. At some point the ability to manage the coalescing forces, the expectations, the deadlines is defeated in an explosion of chaos and tumult.
Better to be flows of basalt columns formed by the rapidly cooling masses pouring from Iceland’s countless fissures, bending and twisting to find paths of least resistance, than to be the ruination brought forth by a stratovolcano that didn’t give a centimeter until it had to give a kilometer.