He Fed His Spirit With The Bread

For All Your Days Be Prepared, And Meet Them Ever Alike. When You Are The Anvil, Bear - When You Are The Hammer, Strike.

Bowed By The Weight Of Centuries He Leans Upon His Hoe And Gazes On The Ground, The Emptiness Of Ages In His Face, And On His Back The Burden Of The World.

It Is Better To Rust Out Than Wear Out.

I (god) Will Leave Man To Make The Fateful Guess, Will Leave Him Torn Between The No And Yes, Leave Him Unresting Till He Rests In Me, Drawn Upward By The Choice That Makes Him Free, Leave Him In Tragic Loneliness To Choose, With All In Life To Win Or All To Lose.

The Thing That Is Incredible Is Life Itself.