Moderate men don’t try to control what happens. Why? They don’t mind what happens. They’re imbued with a beneficial indifference to life on the outside. They welcome what comes. They release what goes. They accept what is. “The poor you will always have with you,” Jesus said, “but you will not always have me.”
The word complain derives from the Latin for sob or bewail. It may seem that a complainer is doing something but, no, he’s just salting his soup. Complaint acts without doing. It’s an absence of love, an indifference to what is being complained about.
New York, New York lyrics: “I’m number one / Top of the list / Head of the heap / King of the hill”
When we stand at the summit of personal achievement, there is only one way to go: Down.
When a man loses his fear of pain, he stops craving pleasure. Freedom from one is freedom from the other. Pain and pleasure are back to front, front to back. One is both.
Let’s view our thoughts from a distance, with the non-reactive interest of a nephrologist surveying a cloudscape. What he sees is, well, what he sees. Here comes a cumulonimbus. There goes a cumulonimbus.
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