The real work belongs to someone who desires God
and has severed himself from any other work.
The rest are like children who play together until it gets dark
for these few short days.
Or like someone who awakes and springs up, still drowsy,
and then is lulled back to sleep
by the suggestion of an evil nurse:
"Go to sleep, my darling, I won't let anyone disturb you."
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