Sorrows Come To Stretch Out

By A Divine Paradox, Wherever There Is One Slave There Are Two. So In The Wonderful Reciprocities Of Being, We Can Never Reach The Higher Levels Until All Our Fellows Ascend With Us.

We Are All Blind Until We See That In The Human Plan Nothing Is Worth The Making If It Does Not Make The Man. Why Build These Cities Glorious If Man Unbuilded Goes? We Build The World In Vain Unless The Builders Also Grow.

Sorrows Come To Stretch Out Places In The Heart For Joy.

Yes, Take A Little Time To Play And Look At Life The Other Way. God Rested When The World Was Made: Rest Now, Old Friend; Be Not Afraid. But Think Not That Your Work Is Over, That You Are Now A Foot-free Rover, A Rambler Upon Idle Ways, Whittling Away The Golden Days. For In The Road Climb To The Goal There's No Long Furlough For A Soul. There's No Long Pause: On Every Height Another Summit Swims In Sight. The Long Road Rises, Scene By Scene, With Little Restings In Between.

It Is Better To Rust Out Than Wear Out.