In order for man to taste the riches of what is, he must sacrifice that which is not, which is his own illusion of what there is supposed to be. Such a sacrifice is never easy, for we have grown to love our blindfolds more than reality. He who measures life according to his own custom never really measures it, for he is measuring only his own endless labyrinth. However, those who are ready to halt in front of the measurements that life itself sets, those are ready to be real and thus saved from their own unnecessary measuring.
Such a person welcomes these words. They have to serve him as a mirror in which he can see the true state of affairs, especially his own real face. He will not try to turn his defeats into wins, but will learn to be devoted and accept the facts as they are. The acceptance will bring him peace.