are like hidden knives thirsting for blood.

　　Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child, and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.

　　Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the meaning of all things; let them love you and thus love each other.

　　Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my child. At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower, and at sunset bend your head and in silence complete the worship of the day.