We are born with a
brown plough in hand.
On the handles are instructions
\”keep ploughing straight ahead,
through soft sand, hard clay,
past rocks and logs,
through fences, over walls\”.
You look ahead and can\’t see
what lies over the horizon,
and wonder how you will know when to stop.
The last line reads
\”You will know when to stop\”.
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