And the angel said unto me:
"Thine eyes have grown myopic drinking of the lesser lights of thy devices while the limbs of the body have grown weak without labor.

I command thee now: step from thy dark abode and place the palms of bare hands upon the grasses of the fields. Place the tips of thy fingers in the soil of the commons. Grip the very Earth as if thoust feared to be pulled from it!

And were thee wise? such fear shall be no affectation."

Book of: Get Thine Acts Together Chapter 3