Pain is a treasure, for it contains mercies; / The kernel is soft when the rind is scraped off. / O brother, the place of darkness and cold / Is the fountain of life and the cup of ecstasy. / So also is endurance of pain and sickness and disease. / For from abasement proceeds exaltation. / The spring seasons are hidden in the autumns, / And autumns are charged with springs; flee them not. …
Let patience be your purpose in life; implant this within your being. In this way, you will grow into a great river; you will not break off into a tiny stream.