Rarely and occasionally one is granted the insight and clarity to see the forest.
When one is blessed by such an occasion it is time to put ones axe in its cosy wooden shed.
Speaking personally I have many blunt axes.
I feel they have done their tasks, and it is nice to lay them down, so that they can rest in complete assurance their efforts will not be called upon again. Yet exceptionally when all else fails, if one is truly honest, axes never die. They are just resting. It is a rest of the just, akin to the hibernation of a bear.
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