I shall bump with a theoretical walk through the night.

If a man bends to that which is pushing lightly, he becomes aware of the reason for the push.
If a man bends to that which is pushing strongly, he avoids the pain of conflict more easily.
If a man bends to that which does not push at all, he becomes either respected or disrespected.
To establish which is the right time to bend when no force is pushing, one must choose their friends and avoid their enemies. Thus, one bends slightly in the presence of those who can steal from his existence, in material or illusory terms, and he shall know his enemy for the price of that which he allows to be stolen.

Theft, therefore, is a crime of little consequence to a seeker of peace.

The crime becomes a burden when one is not seeking peace, and thus, I can see who my enemies are likely to be by the weight they apply to a theft of slight consequence.

There is no reason to define anyone friend or an enemy, yet to ignore the rules that govern the system of societal interaction is to be out of touch if one is required to return to navigate such a position of societal priorities.

It appears I am waving my arms into the night and expecting a taxi to fall from the stars, perhaps, but the stars shine on us all, and a taxi is only required if you want to go somewhere else. I shall not bother. To see the same stars from a different location is not a mission parameter when one's mission is self and the stars themselves.

In the battle against one's own nature, the true victor is he who can limit his mistakes to diminishing echoes of their former imposition upon himself.

Persona decommissioned

'A RUNNING WATER NEVER GOES STALE'