You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the
soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to
step out of life’s procession that marches in majesty and proud
submission towards the infinite.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the
whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else
sings together in unison?