Am I asked to dig a ditch, or to unearth treasure?
I could not know. Yet my attitude, filled with self-regard, is obstinate.
Lord, I am preoccupied with my feelings and thoughts – useless shadows and mist that come and go without tether.
Let my hands grasp the shovel nonetheless, and set to work. Reward is coming, even if in the shape of a hole.
(Letter #1,942)
