a letter from Niagara Fishbowl (in the making)

"Ambitious," he said through grinning teeth as the other one flexed his tape measure and sighed, "so far so good but not much further," and I know you were thinking "quixotic is what he really meant" but I have to tell you, I too am suspicious of your pride.  So many weeks and hours of slow, slow labor under the vague notion that it will somehow make me strong.  I suspect you fear the trials still ahead, when fire will stop forever my growing, and water will explore my every resolve.  If you and I survive--if we come out intact--I'll become your most ambitious success but you'll still need someone to tell you that you're proud and ambitious.