We often sense the grasp of situations, as the hold of five
crocodiles squeezing our head, hands and legs.
We are motionless and pause for the instance when a drop in
the hold by one, will comfort a reflection/ prospect of surviving ensuing
moment.
That very moment the warrior of Heraclitus will rise from us:
“Out of every one
hundred men, ten shouldn’t even be there, eighty are just targets nine are the
real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but
the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back”
Also believe that change is not unnatural and:
“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the
same river and he's not the same man.”
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