if you attempted living like a “holy person”
and sought above all else to purge
yourself of “sin.”
You cannot properly employ your strength if
you are constantly concerned with not committing
any “sin”; because wherever you are
truly active, you cannot help but “sin” and
make mistakes—against your will.
But as a sculptor’s work is surely not diminished
by the dust of marble on the floor, so
also shall your timeless self, which you would
carve from unhewn rock, by no means lose its
value because of the debris you leave behind
until you hammered out your lasting form.
Forget the workshop with its dust and rubble
and always keep your mind upon the work of
art you are to fashion from your present life;
a work of radiant beauty and enduring without
end. (127)
It reminds me of the motto I adopted a few years ago: