Forging Fulfillment

But what of the ugliness in this world?

What rests within dirt and darkness? A seed. Surrounded by muck and mire, the moistened embryo begins its maturation. Think not of the growing-pains, but the potential. Without sturdy roots and ample stem, a flower would fall from its own weight. Any platform must be made to receive the heft it will hold. So to know the joys of life, man must be forged with the capacity to receive.

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