We see a rose and enjoy and praise its beauty, but see not the hand that toils to bring it to fruition. For change to occur there is much that has to happen, though it may be unseen, it must happen. Social change is effective once the collective mind changes, as long as the collective is individuated by what it cannot see; it will be as a rose whose petals disperse unable to conceive beauty collectively, and thus remains stagnant: the body has no insignificant parts, for the finger may not be the heart it will extend itself to convey the heart’s love and intent.
a man’s tongue serves as both his shield and sword, he that masters it becomes the greatest warrior his soul has ever known; he who is reckless with his tongue is as an infant in possession of book of wisdom.
each morning we swept the sidewalks, so that each would have a clean path to walk upon; this was our chore as children, and in my age the moral of the task is relevant.
Each day a path is made, each day we clear the path so that we may find our way…
Every exploit has its consequence, and before long no matter how responsible we aim to be in preserving some morsel of dignity; the conclusion is inescapable, for it is bound to its premise.
Youthfulness makes light of wisdom until the age that yearns for it, long after the tolling consequences; when age has made lessons of stumbles. As it is in proverbial writings of Solomon, wisdom is the beginning of all things and should be sought as men search for treasure, for from it the earth was formed.