joy and suffering

From Wisdom of the Sands, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Thus is it with him, too, who draws his life-force from the dawn,
plunging into its frosty sheen as into a pool of living water. Or, yet
more simply, that man who when he is thirsty goes to the well, hauls
at the chain, and lifts the brimming pail on to the rim of the well,
his ears full of the sound of tinkling drops, a shrill, sweet
water-music. And thus his thirst infuses a meaning into his
going-forth, his arms and his eyes, for that thirsty man's walk
towards his well is like a poem. But there are others who beckon a
slave, and he lifts the water to their lips, and they know not the
song of the wellspring. Their "comfortable conditions" are but a lack;
and because they have no faith in suffering, joy withholds itself from

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