The True Philosophy, Known And Practised By

Faith Begins Where Reason Sinks Exhausted.

To Sow, That Others May Reap; To Work And Plant For Those That Are To Occupy The Earth When We Are Dead; To Project Our Influences Far Into The Future, And Live Beyond Our Time; To Rule As The Kings Of Thought, Over Men Who Are Yet Unborn; To Bless With The Glorious Gifts Of Truth And Light And Liberty Those Who Will Neither Know The Name Of The Giver, Nor Care In What Grave His Unregarded Ashes Repose, Is The True Office Of A Mason And The Proudest Destiny Of A Man.

The Unconsidered Act Of The Poorest Of Men May Fire The Train That Leads To The Subterranean Mine, And An Empire Be Rent By The Explosion.

We Do Not See And Estimate The Relative Importance Of Objects So Easily And Clearly From The Level Or The Waving Land As From The Elevation Of A Lone Peak, Towering Above The Plain; For Each Looks Through His Own Mist.

That Which Causes Us Trials Shall Yield Us Triumph: And That Which Make Our Hearts Ache Shall Fill Us With Gladness. The Only True Happiness Is To Learn, To Advance, And To Improve: Which Could Not Happen Unless We Had Commenced With Error, Ignorance, And Imperfection. We Must Pass Through The Darkness, To Reach The Light.