If we look at our abilities from the scale
Of the universe, they are only like
The restless activities of a mosquito—
At large, what service we do to anything?
To give its full development to anyone
Our capacity is a good thing,
And one who does so is in the way
To a higher estimation of Truth;
But we can find no rest for ourselves
In doing this time and again. Alas!
With all our talents, vast as they are,
Made nothing out; we pursue all subjects
And never come back with success.
It is like silencing an echo by our shouting,
Or running a race with our own shadows—
There is merely no way to gain or lose.
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Ron
The measure of one's own success is in the contentment in one's own heart; it is never measured through the approval in the eyes of others.
Sandie
Always,
Deborah