Nature gives, gives lavishly, wantonly, unquestioningly.
Every atom of soil, every drop of sap, goes to produce flowers and fruit and seed: root and branch and leaf are but carefully constructed means by which to transmute sunshine and soil and flower and fruit and seed. No tree lives for itself.
Shall, then, this human heart live for itself; gather and store up for its own delectation, for its own good?
There is no such thing as one's own good:
Goodness is mutual, is communal; is only guided by giving and receiving.
Wherefore
O frail, weak, human heart, seek thou out carefully constructed means by which to transmute sunshine and soil and showers into flowers and fruit.
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