Rather is it a descending spiral, leading down to poverty, disease, crime
and death.

Now, consider the man who has found _his_ work. To him the glorious
abandonment which is the way to achievement is possible. Such a man does
not merely exist--he lives, and lives grandly. His work gives him joy,
both in its doing and in its results. It calls out and develops his
highest and best talents. He therefore grows in power, in wisdom, in
health, in efficiency, and in success. All his life runs in an ascending
spiral. No task appalls him. No difficulty daunts him. He may work
hard--terribly hard. He may tunnel through mountains of drudgery. He will
shun the easy ways and leave the soft jobs to weaker men. But through it
all there will be a song in his heart.

Work to such a man is as natural an expression as hunger, or love, or
pleasure, or laughter. He returns to it with zest and eagerness. Such a
man's work flows out from his soul. It is an expression of the divine in
him.

The almost universal cry for leisure is due to the almost universal
unfitness of men and women for their tasks. The wise man knows that there
is no happiness in leisure. The only happiness is self-expression in
useful work. And so we come again to the problem of fitting the man to his
work. Every man is a bundle of possibilities. Every man has a right to
usefulness, prosperity and happiness. These are possible only through
knowledge of self, knowledge of others, knowledge of work, and the ability
to make the right combination of self and others and work.

Man has learned much about the material universe. Nearly everything has