Isn't it interesting how the thing that wears things down—sand, grit-- is an essential element in holding things together? When coarse, it can scour away great amounts, leaving ruts and scars and pits. But, as the grit becomes finer, those ruts smooth out, those scars fade, until, at its finest, grit polishes what was once dull and rough into some smooth, with a fine sheen. But the grit cannot effect this change on its own. It requires application—the tool of grit must be applied to an object with the appropriate amount of pressure, before, finally, painfully, that sheen gloriously appears.
Wow, rough, rough, rough. It needs a little grit applied to it, doesn't it? This is my little contribution to the Five Minute Friday meme.
