The wrestler was once more solid than a bull./He loved to flex enormous, oiled forearms/Before he delightedly vanquished foes./But now, brittle skin is taut over bone,/And his wheeze is a ghost of his manly bellow...At any point in life, it is prudent to contemplate the nature of prowess. If you have it, glory in it, and use it wisely and compassionately. But you should not think that it is you yourself who are doing these things. You are borrowing this strength. It isn't yours. It is a gift, something here for you for as long as you are lucky to have it. ...When you have been humbled, what is gone? You are still here, here to feel the pain of not being able to do what you were once able to do---unless you learn how to exercise your prowess without identifying with it. -