Through sorrow the spirit is encumbered, it can barely stand straight, knees bent, eyes in the ground. Through pride the spirit is crooked in spite of its wealth. Talent, power, opulence, all go to waste when the spirit is damned to carry the weight of its own pride. Through pride, everything loses significance. Faith keeps the spirit upright, eyes always forward, direction likewise. Nothing is too much or too little for the true believer.
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