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