Fighter

Only a fighter can survive. A fighter knows that he is waiting and he knows what he is waiting for, and while he is waiting he does not want anything and thus any small thing that he receives is more than he needs. If he needs to eat, he will find a way because he is not hungry, if something hurts him he will find a way to get rid of it because it does not hurt. Being hungry or in pain means that man has abandoned himself and is no longer a fighter, and the forces of hunger and pain will destroy him. 

A fighter has only will and patience at his disposal and with them he can build anything he wants. A fighter knows that he is waiting and knows what he is waiting for. 

The terrifying nature of knowledge leaves him no choice but to become a fighter. Then knowledge becomes a frightening thing, man realizes that even death is an irreplaceable partner who sits beside him on the mat. Every tiny particle of knowledge that becomes power has death as its central force. Death gives a final touch and everything it touches becomes power. In order to be a fighter, a man must first and rightly be perfectly aware of his death. But being preoccupied with death forces you to focus on the self and that weakens you. So you have no need for detachment. The idea of ​​imminent death instead of becoming an obsession becomes indifference. 

Being a hermit is a privilege. A hermit is not detached because he voluntarily abandons this practice. Only the idea of ​​death gives a man enough detachment so that he becomes unable to surrender to anything. It is only the idea of ​​death that makes a person detached enough not to deny himself anything. However, such a man does not look forward because he has obtained a silent desire towards life and towards all things of life. He knows that death gives him trouble and that it will not give him time to cling to anything, so he impatiently tries anything and everything at the same time. A detached man who knows that he has no possibility to keep his death at a distance, has only one thing against it: the power of his decisions. He must be a master of his decisions. He must understand perfectly that his choice is his responsibility and that once he makes it there is no time for regrets or recriminations. 

His decisions are final for the simple fact that his death does not give him time to cling to something else. And so, with the consciousness of his death, with his detachment and with the power of his decisions, the fighter arranges his life in a strategic manner. The knowledge of his death guides him and makes him detached and with subdued passions, the power of his final decisions makes him able to choose without regret, and what he chooses is always the best thing from a strategic point of view, and thus he achieves everything it has to do, with flavor and with the efficiency he had enjoyed. 

When a man behaves in this way, it can literally be said that he is a fighter and that he has obtained patience. When the fighter has obtained patience, he is on the way to will. He knows how to wait. Death sits with him on the mat, they are friends. Death advises him in mysterious ways how to choose, how to live strategically. And the fighter is waiting. 

The fighter learns without haste because he waits for his will. One day he manages to achieve something that under normal conditions would be completely impossible. He might not even realize it. But as he continues to perform impossible actions, he becomes aware that a new kind of power is emerging. A power that comes out of his body as he progresses on the path of knowledge. At first it's like an itch in the navel or a hot spot that can't be soothed, then there's a pain, a deep embarrassment. Sometimes the pain and embarrassment are so great that the fighter has convulsions for whole months and the more severe the convulsions, the better for him.