Of all the men I know, the hardest working and most trustworthy is that one with the least exposure to those forms of induction endorsed by the sovereign head, and its recorporate body.
Of all the men I know, far too many profess transcendence, and sneer across the surface of the sand.
Of all the men I know, the one most concerned with maintaining honesty between speech and act is, again, the one having spent the least time inside the dome of officials.
Of all the men I know, far too many submit blindly to the hungers of prestige, and work to ensnare seen and unseen slaves into seen and unseen bondage.
Of all the men I know, only one does not fear being left alone with his mind as companion, and only this one truly thrives in the absence of tall orders.
A pattern begins to emerge. Need I continue? Does the idle-minded desire to force one's imprint and autograph upon others prohibit reconsideration of the man one is?
Of all the men I know, only one has no reason to reconsider.
If this troubles you, is it because you are not that man? Or, is it because you can not be? If it is because you are not that man, then as you are, you also can not be.
Part of the series: Zwingli