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. … And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving. Work is love made visible.– Kahlil Gibran