What is my joy if all hands, even the unclean, can reach into it? What is my wisdom, if even the fools can dictate to me? What is my freedom, if all creatures, even the botched and the impotent, are my masters? What is my life, if I am but to bow, to agree and to obey?

Life  Lesson 

stop wasting your time  on people 
who treat you good one day,
then act like you don't exist the 
                  next day

You have to actually make the time to practice every day, because otherwise you will not find it.

Maybe this was all down to some supernatural effect, such as grace, that flowed through people's lives even if they didn't understand why.

Written By Neal Stephenson

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