"Water!Ah, what a story you could tell if you spoke man's language. You have quenched the thirst of endless millions of earthly wayfarers; fed the flowers; expanded into steam and turned the wheels of man-made machinery, condensing and going back again to your original form. You have cleansed the sewers, washed the pavements, rendered countless services to man and beast, returning always to your source in the seas, there to become purified and start your journey of service once again.
When you move you travel in one direction only, toward the seas from whence you came. You are forever going and coming but you always seem to be happy at your labor.
Water! Clean, pure, sparkling substance. No matter how much dirt work you perform, you cleanse yourself at the end of your labor.
You cannot be created nor you be destroyed. You are akin to all life. Without your beneficence no form of life on this earth would exist!
And the water ended, but I had heard a great sermon; I had been close to the greatest of all forms of Intelligence. I felt evidence of that same Intelligence which had created the great oak tree from a tiny acorn; the Intelligence which had fashioned the leaves of the fern with mechanical and aesthetic skill such as no man could duplicate."
Excerpt from The Master-Key to Riches by Napoleon Hill
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