Many, many years ago my fifth grade teacher said to me: “Eino, you have an uncanny ability to express yourself in an essay with very few words”.

Of course that was nice way of saying: “Write more stuff, buster”.

Now, many, many years later, I still haven’t lost my touch of compressing thoughts:

Craggy. Powerful and a bit dangerous word. It’s also the first word in my mind when describing YEARNING.

Period.