The point is,
that all useful labor is equally noble. It all has its place. Each of
the workers of the world is required in the human cosmos.
It may not be that the worker himself sees that he is essential. It
may not be that he understands the outcome of his striving. For that
matter we are each and all toiling as blindly as the coral insect,
and yet our labor is as much a part of a symmetrical structure as is
the life and perishing of that polyp.
We are all pouring out our energies day by day without understanding
what effect our spent lives will have in the general result of human
effort. And some of us get heart-sick, no doubt, and weary; and
discouragement whispers, "What's the use," and many another wily
phrase of Satan.
Very well; let every man, however humble or conspicuous his place
among men, understand that his work _does_ count and will become a
part of an harmonious whole. "All things work together for good."
No matter that _we_ do not know what we are here for. _We_ may not
understand how our lives are to be woven into the great design of the
world's work any more than a single thread of some wonderful and
beautiful rug understands the pattern of which it is a part.
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