Exploring 'The Tree of Life' Page #2

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If you're good, people take advantage of you.

Every one of these top executives,

you know how they got where they are?

Floated right down the middle of the river.

Don't let anyone tell you

there's anything you can't do.

Don't do like I did, promise me that.

Dreamed of being a great musician.

I let myself get sidetracked.

If you're looking for something to happen,

that was it. Life, lived it.

Job imagined he might build his nest on high.

That the integrity of his behavior

would protect him against misfortune.

And his friends thought mistakenly

That the Lord could only have punished him

because secretly he had done something wrong.

But no.

Misfortune befalls the good as well.

We can't protect ourselves against it.

We can't protect our children.

We can't say to ourselves,

even if I'm not happy,

I'm going to make sure they are.

We run before the wind, we

think that it will carry us forever.

It will not.

We vanish as a cloud,

we whither as the autumn grass.

And like a tree, are rooted up.

Is there some fraud in the scheme of the universe?

Is there nothing which is deathless?

Nothing, which does not pass away?

We cannot stay where we are.

We must journey forth.

We must find that which is

greater than fortune or fate.

Nothing can bring us peace, but that.

Is the body of the wise man or

the just, exempt from any pain?

From any disquietude, from the deformity

that might blight its beauty

from the weakness, that might destroy its health.

Do you trust in God? Job too,

was close to the Lord.

Are your friends and children, your security?

There is no hiding place in all

the world where trouble may not find you.

No one knows when sorrow might

visit his house, any more than Job did.

At the very moment

everything was taken away from Job.

He knew it was the

Lord who had taken it away

Return from the passing shows of time

He saught that which is eternal.

As he alone see God's hand, who sees that he gives.

Or does not also the one see

God's hand, who sees that he takes away.

Or does he alone see God,

who sees God turn his face towards him?

Does not also he see God,

who sees God turn his back.

He's a friend of mine.

The one who's after real estate in town.

Frank Johnson.

Started out as a barber.

He built something, big.

Now you'd think he was the

fourth person of the Holy Trinity.

They never talk about their money.

Wrong people go hungry.

Die.

Wrong people get loved.

The world lives by a trigger.

You want to succeed? You can't be too good.

Hey there young fella, try my cornbread.

Do y'all want some butter, do you?

How about a pound of bread.

You'll like this right? Okay? Come on.

Act like you're in trouble,

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