I once knew a man who liked to walk on a rope. Right at the edge of it, he would always find himself. There was no net beneath this rope he liked to walk on and it always felt like he very close to the edge of life itself. People would come watch him every time he would give a representation. I think they all actually wanted to walk at the edge of the rope with him. They would cheer him on when he went up there and then they would be silent went he began his solitary walk. `It's just a matter of balance - how you are with yourself - can you take it or not?` he would always say. `Take what?` He would be asked. `Take whatever is found inside of you and be at peace with it all.` Many people wouldn't understand, but they wouldn't ask anything else for fear of being considered ignorant. But the ones that always came to watch him, started to get a feeling, something started moving inside of them and they too, wanted to learn the balance on the rope.
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