And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?
For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.
He who denies his heritage, has no heritage
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Would that I were a dry well, and that the people tossed stones into me, for that would be easier than to be a spring of flowing water that the thirsty pass by, and from which they avoid drinking.
Always you have been told that work is a curse and labor a misfortune. But I say to you that when you work you fulfill a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born.