"Speak up! Who is the coward that bows in
surrender before his environment?
Who is it that thinks his life is nothing more
than the food he has eaten kneaded into physical form?
Understand well that life is not a ball of wax.
Neither is it a plaster figure.
I am a whirlwind,
A hurricane,
A tornado.
I take my environment
And gradually shape it - like taffy -
Into whatever form I wish.
I am one with the great force that created the universe.
I change atmospheric electricity into thunder,
Sunlight into seven-colored rainbows,
Bring forth bright, red flowers from the dark soil,
Cause explosive volcanic eruptions,
And I am one with the great mysterious force
That shaped cosmic dust into our solar system.
Environment is nothing.
Fate is nothing.
Just as the slippery eel escapes from a crack in the rock,
I too can escape any fate, no matter how cruel it might be
Whenever I wish to do so.
I am not pig iron.
I am not clay.
I am life, living energy.
I am not some dead thing that will remain silent and uncomplaining
While being shut inside a cage called environment and destiny.
I am the life, that can smash to bits
Any environment, any destiny, when the time is right ...
Like air in the air compressor, which becomes more powerful
the more it is compressed,
Until it becomes a fierce explosive force
Capable of digging precious ore from deep within the mine.
I am also water that cannot but ultimately become the sea
No matter who or what may try to dam my flow.
Should my way be blocked by giant boulders,
I will not doubt turn into the mainstream,
Turn into rapids,
And turn into a waterfall,
To continue my way.
Should I be dammed, without any outlets,
I will go underground.
For a while I will sink into the ground and not be seen,
But I certainly will not disappear or go out of existence.
One day I will turn into a gushing spring,
To quench the thirst of weary travelers.
If I am not allowed even to seep into the ground,
I will turn into fog, turn into rain clouds, and fly up into the heavens.
When the time is right, I will call the whirlwind,
Call forth thunder and lightning,
Become a roaring rainstorm,
Turn into a flood that rips apart even the greatest dikes,
And in the end, I cannot but become the sea itself."
(From Truth of Life, v. 20).
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