The Life of the branch is a Life of Absolute Surrender.
Have you anything to do, little branch, besides bearing grapes?
No, nothing.
Are you fit for nothing?
Fit for nothing!
I am Utterly Given Up to the Vine, and the the Vine can give me as much or as little sap as It Chooses.
Here I am at Its Disposal and the Vine Can Do with me what It Likes.