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“And what was happening the rest of the time?”
Laughter.
“So it is kind of like a battle that lasts three hours but has three months of preparation.”
“Something like that.”
“But why so secret about the preparation?”
“Oh, it’s all there if you pay attention. Those who want it spoon-fed always get the dregs and then they wonder why they feel so rotten. So it comes down to personal responsibility.”
“I see.”
“It’s obvious that those who are in battle all three months lose every bit of vitality and by the end are easily defeated.”
“But then, there is that rest of the time and you can either spend it wandering around or settling down.”
“And don’t forget money.”
“The poet’s nightmare!”
Laughter.
“They always hoodwink you in doing it for them or for their ideas or their world.”
“Write silently in a good and dark morning.”
“Keep all your records straight.”
“Suffer and keep the faith.”
“Wisdom is not about power. Wisdom is only an end to itself among the wise. For everyone else it’s a working tool to carry into the brunt of life, into its contingencies and mistakes and tar. Wisdom either works or it doesn’t.”
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