Text: Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me. Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child. (Psalm 131:1-2)
Tweet: To calm the soul one must leave the problems of virtue in rags and vice in velvet, as well as ignorance at a premium and knowledge at a discount to divine Omniscience to solve!