the wisdom of the sands - antoine de saint-exupéry

Thus I understood that they needed silence; for in silence alone does a man's truth bind itself together and strike root. And, above all, Time imports, as in the suckling of a child. For even mother love grows out of many months of suckling. Who, at a given moment, can see the child growing? No one. 'Tis only those who come from elsewhere whom you hear exclaiming, "How he has grown!" But neither mother nor father has noticed him growing. He has become, in Time; and at each moment was that which he had to be.

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