Capitolo 24
the ended character!
Yes, humanity gets excited with uncontrolled passion, it is tumultuous with
pain of ungoverned, is only blown around by anxiety and doubt the wise man
crews, only him of who thoughts are checked and purified, ago the
winds and the storms of the soul respect him/it.
Storm-launched souls, wherever ye can be, under any
ye of conditions can live, knows this in the ocean of the life the islands of
Beatitude is smiling, and the beach exposed to the sun of Your ideal attends
Your arrival. Firmly holds Your hand on the rudder of thought. In the
barking of Your soul reclines the imposing Master; Him ago but he/she sleeps:
wake up again him/it. Self-control is strength; Correct thought is dominio