then the plow man said, speak to us of work.
and he answered saying:
you work that you may keep pace with the earth.
for to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and 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?
always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
but I say to you that when you work you fulfill a part of the earths furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
and in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
and to love life through labor is to be intimate with life's innermost secret...
~Kahlil Gibran
