While the flies buzzed and spent their precious energy and time swearing at me, they were like the wind turning a mill. I have benefited immensely from every activity I have done. Is this assessment of the activity of flies fair? Doubtful.
Humility is when you realize that love, faith, hope, and beauty are illusions, but it doesn't matter to you. What is important is that fear, pain, and anger are also illusions. Your favorite illusions you cherish, and illusions harmful and nasty as the smoke will scatter the wind.
No matter how much a person lives, he still lives for pleasure. However, we find it useful when this desire for pleasure works for the benefit of society. The thirst for pleasure is the flow of water, it is the wind, it is what turns the turbines of electric generators and produces energy.
What is complacency? The arrogance of a dung beetle, proud of the greatness of its ball of shit. Be honest at least with yourself, your pride is a wavering illusion, a morning mist that will be blown away by the wind by noon.
The forms of things are like the flow of water and the movement of the wind. Water flows from top to bottom. The wind blows from cold to hot, from hot to cold. In other words, where there is no difference between good and evil, there is no life in black and white. If someone wins the war of angels and demons, the ocean will find peace, and life will die. They say peace is joyous, but life is also joyous.
During trials, all the troubles come together. ... You should know this, you should prepare for it, and you should not be afraid. Fear paralyzes, and you do not be afraid, you keep the faith, that is, the movement. Don't let the troubles steal your time. Find shelter and do something useful while the storm rages.