The real "it is well" is something I say from the ground, having fallen.
My heaviness comes from the heights.
Situated in some nebulous distance I do what I do so that the universal balance of which I am a part may remain a balance.
I have been my own disciple and my own master. And I have been a good disciple but a bad master.
What we pay for with our lives never costs too much.
Yes, this is what good is: to forgive evil. There is no other good.