Emily Dickinson and Battle

Success Is Counted Sweetest

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory!

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!

Emily Dickinson

Strategy is a sign of weakness, it seeks to avoid a break, the break of defeat/victory, whereas strength doesn't experience any break, thus any victory.

Some victories are implicit in the man.
Some are attributed to him by fortune.
Some implicit victories take the form of defeats. Some fortunous victories trigger interior collapses.

Clever is he who only acknowledges his implicit victories -- his pivotal becomings -- not take the icing for the cake.

Life must be layered at all times. Priorities relax, extremities agitate - within the relaxation is the inertia, the valuing core.
If I relax, objects, scents, glimpses, gestures, these stand out to a white void, much like letters, characters - clearly meaningful, self-enclosed beings, revealing only to me their presence, not yet their meaning. I can choose if I want to be in that game with them, the meaning - I can choose to let them go by untouched, which is what amounts to a present moment adorned with luxurious riddles. A riddle is a treasure. A treasure is a narrative.

Do you know Helen of Troy? This is her epitaph.

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