“A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.”
Effort, it seems to me, is what makes gain so sweet. Moving has stretched us beyond what we thought we were capable of, but never have we doubted our purpose. Tired and sore, we are quick to laugh over lost eyeglasses, agree in unison that eating out is the solution, and eagerly rise to never before seen sunrises.
Good question, Mr. Frost, to which I’d respond: Indeed!
