Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Adaptation

I must not stress.
Stress is the mind-killer.
Stress is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my stress.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the stress has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

Adapted from The Bene Gesserit Littainy against Fear.

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