I’m read­ing The Prophet this week­end, by Kahlil Gibran. Here is the chap­ter about work. Most of the stuff in this book is very down to earth and reg­u­lar folk wisdom.

And he answered, saying:

You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.

For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the sea­sons, and to 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?

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