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.

And what better symbolic hortatory than the proclamation of the T?

Hortatory is from Latin hortatorius, from hortari, “to exhort, to incite, to encourage.”