

In the natural world junger finds the scale to trace his fable on the fragility of order.
Order not natural but created, needing upkeep and renewal. And when it collapses, only principle remains, the inner strength to choose composure over the mob, and to carry peace inside when all else is taken.
Happy is the man whose will is not too painfully invested in his efforts. No house is built, no plan created, in which ruin is not the cornerstone, and what lives imperishably in us does not reside in our works. We perceived this truth in the flame, and its glow was not devoid of joy.
In the natural world junger finds the scale to trace his fable on the fragility of order.
Order not natural but created, needing upkeep and renewal. And when it collapses, only principle remains, the inner strength to choose composure over the mob, and to carry peace inside when all else is taken.
Happy is the man whose will is not too painfully invested in his efforts. No house is built, no plan created, in which ruin is not the cornerstone, and what lives imperishably in us does not reside in our works. We perceived this truth in the flame, and its glow was not devoid of joy.