They kill you, cut you with knives, shower you with curses. And that somehow cuts your mind off from clearness, and sanity and self-control and justice?
A man standing by a spring of clear, sweet water and cursing it. While the fresh water keeps on bubbling up. He can shovel mud into it, or dung, and the stream will carry it away, wash itself clean, remain unstained.
To have that. Not a cistern, but a perpetual spring.
How? by working to win your freedom. Hour by hour. Through practice, honesty and humility."
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