Work for your own soul's sake.

The Typical American? He is sent to school Little or much, where he imbibes the rule Of safety first and comfort; in his youth He joins the church and ends the quest of truth.

This is Darrow, Inadequately scrawled, with his young, old heart, And his drawl, and his infinite paradox And his sadness, and kindness, And his artist sense that drives him to shape his life To something harmonious, even against the schemes of God.

It takes life to love life.

He stripped off the armor of institutional friendships To dedictate his soul To the terrible deities of Truth and Beauty.

Work for your own soul's sake.

To love is to find your own soul Through the soul of the beloved one.