Do your senses command you, or does your mind? Which are you drinking, the water or the wave? The sea confides only in those prepared to drown. The cure for anything is water and light, interwoven. In sweat, your gauntlet is run – the light at the end of the tunnel. It matters less how you traipse in the sun than how you endure the fire. In tears, is your grief soluble. It is through your wounds that the light comes in to heal you. Be like water. Slip through fingers, but hold up the ship. Be like light. Elucidate the truth, but take care not to blind. To remain on the narrowest of paths, one need not be good, but balanced. White is not always light. Black is not always dark.