emerson: the farmer imagines power and place are fine things, as they bring them peace and tranquility

divine postman: but the president has paid dear for his white house

mbuso: it has commonly cost him all his peace and the best of his many attributes, to preserve for a short time, so conscpicious an appearance before the world.

athi: he is prepared to eat dust before the real masters who stand erect before the throne.

okuhle: and meanwhile, the farmer is watching the sunset after spending the day herding his sheep.

samantha: everything has two handles beware of the wrong one.

okuhle: it would seem that man are prepared to sacrifice anything for glory even though it is not them who orchestrate every decision.

emerson: the decisions of the world are made by a select group of individuals, that the public are not even aware of.

divine postman: do not man desire the more substantial and permanent grandeur of genius?

mbuso: neither has this an immunity.

athi: he who by force of will or thought, is great and overlooks thousands, has the charges of that eminence.

okuhle: with every influx of light comes new danger. has he light?

samantha: he must bear witness to that light, and always outrun that sympathy, which gives him such keen satisfaction, by his fidelity to new revelations of the incessant soul

emerson: he must hate father and mother, wife and daughter.

divine postman: has he all that the world loves and admires and covets?

mbuso: he must be cast behind him their admiration for a dear price he has paid for the many eyes that follow him with desire.

okuhle: and afflict them by faithfulness to his truth

athi: and become a by-word and hissing

samantha: it is he who is wise and must lead the multitude, showing them a better way