When peace is scattered, imagine a flock of gentle sheep and lambs feeding in sunny meadows.
Their slow and gentle gait across the slopes and among the grasses is so peaceful that the whole atmosphere is laced with serenity.
And then think what it is when a few goats get in with the sheep. Mischief begins. It is not the nature of goats to graze peacefully. They move among the sheep causing restlessness until the whole flock is ill at ease.
There are goats among us. They cry and nip and bite, they stir up activity that is not conge-nial, and it is a real job to separate the sheep from the goats. And more than this, we have to make sure we are not one of the goats.
Selfhood is ever calm and unshaken by the storms of existence.
