Ek kom vanoggend op hierdie wysheid van Gibran af:
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music . . . And what is it to work with love? It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
Ek sal dus vandag ‘n fluit wees met die fluistering van die ure soos musiek in my hart. Ek sal met liefde werk en die kleed weef met fyn drade, want dalk, net dalk sal my geliefde dit dra.