"Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?" - William Shakespeare
Ambition, you are unworthy of my pursuit and do not deserve my devotion. You obscure my God and confuse my aspirations. You muddle my dreams and turn me from the lofty and eternal to the trite and temporal. God free me from your strangling grasp, for in following you I leave behind life and walk into the shadowlands of death by self-consumption.
Ambition, you are unworthy of my pursuit and do not deserve my devotion. You obscure my God and confuse my aspirations. You muddle my dreams and turn me from the lofty and eternal to the trite and temporal. God free me from your strangling grasp, for in following you I leave behind life and walk into the shadowlands of death by self-consumption.
