“The only coöperation which is commonly possible is exceedingly partial and superficial; and what little true coöperation there is, is as if it were not, being a harmony inaudible to men.”

I saw neighbors sharing fences yet never minds, their voices clashing while they pretended unity. True labor requires souls moving as one heart, not just hands meeting at a wall. Before nightfall, test your own work: does it stand alone or vanish when another leaves the room?