Consciousness is a symptom of disease.
All that moves well moves without will.
All skillfulness, all strain, all intention is contrary to ease.

Practise a thousand times, and it becomes difficult;
a thousand thousand, and it becomes easy;
a thousand thousand times a thousand thousand, and
it is no longer Thou that doeth it, but
It that doeth itself through thee.
Not until then is that which is done, well done.

Thus spoke FRATER PERDURABO as he leapt
from rock to rock of the moraine without
ever casting his eyes upon the ground.