Arms are instruments of ill omen, not the instruments of the gentleman. When one is compelled to use them, it is best to do so without relish.
In stillness the muddied water returns to clarity.
The progress of the Way seems retreating.
Knowing honor, but clinging to disgrace, you become the valley of the world.
Carrying body and soul and embracing the one, Can you avoid separation?
You cannot receive what you don't give. Outflow determines inflow.