In the interval between battles, the warrior rests.
Often he spends whole days doing nothing, because that is what his heart demands; but his intuition remains alert. He does not commit the capital sin of Sloth, because he knows where that can lead – to the warm monotony of Sunday afternoons when time simply passes.
The warrior calls this ‘the peace of the cemetery’. He remembers a passage from Revelation: ‘I know thy works, that thou art neither cold or hot… So then because thou art lukewarm and neither cold nor hot, I will spew thee out of my mouth.’
A warrior rests and laughs. But he is always alert.
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Tuesday, September 13, 2005
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