A man compared to a vessel or container of life. The growth of the inner man or self as towards others and life.
I am but a vessel.
Is not the humble servant’s life given unto him?
Is not the ancient slave treated as nearly dearly as
His master’s children?
I am but a vessel, receptive of life.
My limits are my containment around.
Expanding and contracting outwardly, as I reach
Outside of myself.
This is growth—Exponentially.
Equilibrium between the liquid and air within.
Collapsing these walls of confinement within, upon
Themselves do they enclose, when I stay within my
Inner environment, not willing to reach outwards.
A vessel is receptive of that which it receives.
Of that which it makes itself to contain.
I am but a vessel, but with the ability to choose my fill.
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