Oh happy he who in his ignorance br Can spend his busy days in fruitfulness, br Who has no third eye for the clues of chance br And builds a scaffold for his happiness. br But blindly climbing in the rising walls br Three slaves are trapped dependent, intertwine: br Two weave a web in case the scaffold falls; br One stumbles in the web and grasps the line br That both throw out, but wrapped in a cocoon br The struggling soul caught like a butterfly br Cries for its anguish to be over soon, br Its captors waiting for the wings to die. br The happy builder meanwhile deaf builds on br Smiling and waving, climbing to the sun. br br LRH br m. Sh.1.21.