Judgment is ceaseless, for the soul is ever fitting itself for its change.
In each stage of probation the spirit builds up character by its constant acts, which fits it for a certain position. To that position it goes of necessity, without judgment. Sentence results at once – the soul is the arbiter of its own destiny; its own judge. This is so in all cases of progress or retrogression.
View of the city of Sliven and the eastern Upper Thracian Plain from southern Balkan Mountains – Evgeni Dinev (CC-by-SA-3.0) |
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