To endeavour is to reach for the unreachable.
It is to reach for the moon or to follow rules so strict that no human chest is strong enough to hold them sacred.
This makes the Work a task in constant improvement and in constant change.
Everything may be worked at higher levels of refinement as the goal is something that glorifies true attainment and mastery.
In his rest the wanderer rejoices in knowing that the greatest part of the journey is still ahead of him.
Virtue grows out of every action that strives.
To lust for something is to look for shortcuts towards the goal.
With a hungry heart and fast legs the lustful runs blindly towards his desire without any further concern for his surroundings than weather or not they stand in his way.
The good harvest that the endeavour and movement promise falls like gravel upon unfruitful lands.
A myriad fall for the one and thus is the worth of the one lessened accordingly.
It is in this way many find themselves standing in desolate houses filled with valuable but soulless things.
The many trinkets weigh heavily on weary shoulders.
Movement become slow with those who carry too much and limited are those who have too many things to guard.