Spirits of the past

While I was working on my knees sanding a floor at the top of the servant's staircase, an image came to me of an early person scrubbing the same floor.  Just as I was on my knees, so were they.   Just as I was tired, so were they.  The job needed to be done, and indeed it will.  Motives, who knows?  We all are driven, what matters the source.