every true man is a cause, a country, and an age; requires infinite spaces numbers and times to fully accomplish his design, and posterity seem to follow his steps as a train of clients. a man romelus is born, and for ages we have the roman empire. socrates is born, and billions of minds so grow and cleave to his genius, that he is confounded with virtue, and the possible. there have been plenty great geniuses in history. an institution is a lengthened shadow of one man. as the persian empire that of mighty alexander and sparta of lycurgus. milton called the “height of rome”; all history resolves itself very easily into the biography of a few stout and earnest persons.
its habits that change us, we dwell in them, we become them, habit is my life. we must be strong within to overcome all external matters. none will miss this light it shines upon all men. honey i’m based in algoa bay, my ship on 17 january 2018 anchored on these atlantic shores. i’ve been twisting to the sun and the moon; cutting the ground for this great rock; aligning holaslumtown with those immortal stars above. im gonna tell my story to the whole earth.
what if we lived outdoors, nature asks for man to be simple in his ways; to find all that is rich. direct your steps to the east where the sun does rise; she delights not in all these possessions that man has made but rejoices in the divine soul, pure and never changing. go fetch your prize. the divine scholar is the cheerleader who empowers minds and disciplines the body. he envisions the future, raising those who are down giving them strength and hope. it is only he who knows the way and the change in every age. he has investigated the nature of all things and now imparts his wisdom to the thirsty.