A sower went out to sow. And it came to pass that as he sowed, some seed fell by the way side, and the birds of the air came and devoured it.
And some fell on stony ground, where it had not much earth. But when the sun was up, it became scorched, and because it had no root, it withered away.
And some fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked it, and it yielded no fruit. And some that fell on good ground did yield fruit that sprang up and increased; and brought forth some thirty, some sixty, some hundred-fold.
Therefore, scatter your seed wherever you go, because we can never know which seeds will grow and flourish and enlighten the next generation.
©2015 Ute Lemper/Paulo Coelho
Opharion, Citera & Rebec: Henri Angel