I was hiking up in the hills above Borobadur, and there were little villages, rice fields and households – impoverished, but beautiful and friendly people.
Hardworking would be an extraordinary understating…
Out there, in the primitive hardscrabble wilds of these people and their ways, I found a t. A T stone. It was crumblings from some lonesome masonry mill, but where, who knows. Consumed by the verging jungle.
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And what better symbolic hortatory than the proclamation of the T?
Hortatory is from Latin hortatorius, from hortari, “to exhort, to incite, to encourage.”
