The storm’s eye

The calm floating along the air is there to be taken up in the fight with conjecture. It is easily attained and easily lost, especially as emotions rise. Calm is the essence of cool and cool is a state of mind that personifies greatness of a kind in reality. Keeping it is what matters, losing it is akin to losing your head at the guillotine. Awareness of this is where safety is found. It is the weapon against all else. Poise is the shield.

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