I at first thought that everyone can do anything. But later realized that somewhere, someone has to show by example something that strikes home with another. A something that is meaningful to another.
That will be of value to him or her. Then when something comes up there will be an instant where there will be only one course of action and it will be the correct one for them. And that will be the beginning of a value system that will guide all action.
And then you will have the beginning of a philosophy being built. And then we go for home.
The Farm Woman. . .
Woman of the Earth, you are loved.
You gather the fruits of your labors
to your bosom and feed the children.
You’ve inched your way along the dusty path
with back bent in great fatigue
and cultivated the rows yielding wise fruit.
You would feed out of your mouth
those you think hungry and then beyond measure.
The fruits are the heart of your labors,
the harvest of your mind’s philosophy,
Who is left to feed you, farm woman?
What commissary is left open
to feed your hungry soul after hours?
What bookstall will house the words
between stiff covers to increase your harvest?
Labor, till the sun closes its blinds on the day.
Restless legs will speed you through the night
to find the bins ever full.