Read this story from Japan...

There was this boy, a young boy. One day in a painting class, all students were told to draw a picture. What the teacher did not realize was, this had become the most dramatic command she ever gave. The boy obliged and started drawing. He started out with painting a whole paper black. At the end of the class, the teacher received drawings of charming colors, with daddy and mummy, with suns and flowers, with houses and cars, with toys and gardens, with warmth and laughter… What she collected from this boy was a full page of black color. Not one, but pages after pages of pitch black color. Stunned, yet more shockingly the teacher found the boy kept on painting, regardless of what advises or orders given to him. He kept painting for the rest of the day. The next day the boy returned and kept on painting black on papers. Days passed, the boy used all his resources he could find to collect black canyons, paint, markers and charcoal to paint. The teacher asked what they were, the boy did not answer. The parents punished him, but he continued painting, not anywhere else but just on regular letter-size papers. Headmaster was alerted and forbid the boy from the rest of the painting classes, the boy stood in the corridor and secretly painted the paper he brought.

They brought the boy to the psychologist, doctor asked what he was painting, the boy kept quiet with his head down. Medicine and pills were given, but they did not stop the boy from painting. The parents were worried, teachers were concerned, other children boycotted him, treating him as an abnormal species. Suggestions and opinions were loud, rumors had became the boy's daily life.

This went on for weeks, one day out of curiosity, the art teacher took another closer look at the black papers. She found that among all the black papers, there were few that have shapes on it, leaving half of the papers unpainted. Some shapes were parabolic, some were on the corners, leaving a tiny portion of the paper unpainted. Out of the blue, the teacher had an idea and took the papers to the basketball court, she laid them out side by side, one by one and they came to senses, these papers were zig-saw puzzles. After hours of assembly, looking down at the puzzle from third floor, a nice shape slowly emerged. A shape that looked familiar, it was a whale in black, a giant whale! There was a piece in the center that was missing, the teacher turned around and looked for the boy, in his hand he was holding the last piece of letter-size paper painted in black.

Slowness, in relative, could be huge in the history of time.