Failing well, is to prevail.
He who uses well his time and enjoys his work, sees little value in vacation.
A man, in this sense, can save his day with a walk.
Methinks he is most wise and practical who’ll not be rushed to carelessness. When a mans daily tasks are confined to the few; those that satisfy his logical intuitions no matter how grand or simple, that fulfilling, strengthens thus the health of the Entirety, – how much more, and is with lesser strain accomplished. How integral he becomes.
He paid for his perception, and earned his silence; well knows the struggle of all who would rise to their yesterdays. Courage now is day by day, and strains he his meditations above the clouds that mantle his mood, which spread to his exquisite rapier glare. To none nor himself would kneel. Vision deep and clear, burning unchecked along the passage of his exhalation, absorbed in the quietude of release.
Think of the black and immeasurable abyss overhead that hangs all things in its charm. The rolling spherical mass upon which man is fixed and depends, fated in spirals and shall ever be; and how insignificant your own reach and influence in this pattern.
Be upright and steadfast. Go silently with purpose refined and follow your logical premonitions. Round the advantage. Distill your actions to the finest necessary. Say what isn’t improved unsaid, and in your goings, leave a thing as you find it or better for the encounter. Meet your enemies without conceit and overcome them with gentility. Give to the all, and against the rush of everlasting night, thrash hard.