If the problems of the experience today, now, are taken as an
expectancy for the unusual and that which is to be creative and
hopeful and helpful, life becomes rather the creative song of the
joyous worker.
If the same problems become humdrum, something to be fought through,
something to be questioned as to their purpose, their activity, their
usefulness in the experience, then the life becomes rather as a drone,
as of one drudging, coming through toil, and with only turmoil and a
vision unclaimed, unactive in its associations with the general
conditions of the day.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
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