Everything - a horse, a vine - is created for some duty.  This is nothing to wonder at: even the sun-god himself will tell you, 'There is a work that I am here to do,' and so will all the other sky-dwellers.  For what task, then, were you yourself created?  For pleasure?  Can such a thought be tolerated?

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• god
• duty
• work
• will
• thought
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