Our own weaknesses are sustained by treating them with mercy, yet they never respond in kind.
Among the great arts are happiness and awe, perfected by the fierce and uncompromising discipline of ruthlessly recovering energy that was stolen by those weaknesses, and denying them further sustenance.
It takes energy to understand this. We can’t think our way out, because our thinking was rooted in weakness. The correct discipline simply recovers energy, and the extra energy enables us to see.