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Drilern is someone I've been arguing with for a long time now, in the way you argue with a person you're not going to leave the argument with. He calls my speed stalling. I have turned this over enough times that the words don't sting the way they did the first time, they just sit there, waiting for me to answer them honestly instead of defensively. He thinks I move too fast to actually arrive anywhere, that what looks like progress in me is really a kind of running that never lands. I think his slowness delays the thing itself, that all that careful circling is just another way of not touching what's underneath. Neither of us has moved the other an inch. I used to think that meant one of us was wrong and hadn't noticed yet. I don't think that anymore, though I'll admit I still want him to concede it, more often than I'd like.