aggression, a human strategy, aphorism 444

444

I am paddling against the current of this infinitely wide river, the debris rushing past me so strongly and swiftly that I believe I actually do move up the river ... whereas I am merely struggling upwards but nonetheless driven downwards by the strong current.  To turn my boat around would be the more enlightened approach.  I would drift at the same speed as the debris under the new illusion that I am not moving at all.  


I have an aggression that has finally learned to yield so that it may dominate.  It therefore appears passive.

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