Tradition, thou art for suckling children,
Thou art the enlivening milk for babes;
But no meat for men is in thee.
Then —
But, alas, we all are babes.
Tradition, thou art for suckling children,
Thou art the enlivening milk for babes;
But no meat for men is in thee.
Then —
But, alas, we all are babes.
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This is like” “the sabath was made for man and not man for the sabath” we can’t do without it but it is not the point; also what shall we do for example, to greet each other if we had no “ways” to do so; but may in comparison to the wisdom collected over the ages we will always be as babes…