"Reeds love rivers, as the fading and transitory things of the world delight us. If, however, anyone shall pluck up this reed from the Earth, and strip off it's useless parts, spoiling the old man with his deeds, and guide it by the hand of a Scribe writing quickly, it begins to be no more a Reed, but a Pen, which impresses the precepts of the Heavenly Scriptures on the Hidden Places of the mind and writes them on the Tables Of The Heart" - St.Ambrose