The trouble with men is that they are mean-they may mean, but they don't move.
The man just is, but clothes are becoming.
The seed must move to the soil; the tree must turn to the sun. The river must leave its source to reach the sea. And man must forget man, the maker, in order to make the world.
The gardener gives us roses, not gardeners.
Man must move to things, to non-human matter- There is nowhere else to go.
Where man is the end, or the means, all men are mean.