They say what I do doesn't matter; they're wrong. I could do an experiment of water dripping onto hard stone and declare in a week, a month or year that the water has no effect on the stone. Yet what of hundreds of years, or millennia? What then? Would the stone not be a halo of rock, the water passing cleanly through? When work is of the heart and not the ego, I move with confidence and pride. There is a kind of humbleness that stands in plain sight, a quiet heart who has found a way to be joyful in positive purpose.