There’s a fine line between genius and delusion. 

There is an even finer line between divine intuition and natures sly deceptions. 

“A whispered word he often heard 
From his father on the mount, 
For they sat the beneath the ancient Tree
And filled their cups with the sweet waters of the sacred fount.”

When one believes that he was pre-ordained by God for a certain purpose, he is always afraid that as much as this is true. 

Be sure not to ruin what is beautiful while weeding out what is ugly. 

From the depths of the earth bubbles up the living waters of life.