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The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran
3.0

You often say, "I would give, only to the deserving." The trees in the orchard say not so, north the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to parish.

And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart: "your seeds shall live in my body, and the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart, and your fragrance shall be my breath, and together we shall rejoice through all the seasons. " and in the autumn, when you gather the grapes of your vineyards for the wine press, saying your heart: I too am a vineyard, and my fruit shall be gathered for the winepress and like new wine I shall be kept in eternal vessels "

You have been told that even like the chain you are as weak as your weakest link. This is but half the truth. You are also as strong as your strongest link. To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the power of the ocean by the frailty of its foam.