In our desire to be good at this or that, we often forget the goodness of just being an observer. You will never defeat all the beasts of the night, but you can be the moonlight that illuminates them without itself being affected. This, too, is a form of goodness. Some of life is always lived unconsciously, no matter how wise you become, and the morning will dawn when you wake to find that covert forces in you, like a swarm of termites, have taken down your loftiest intentions. And when the trees fall, you must know how to watch from a distance, without judging or defending, but with the understanding that you are separate from what you witness. Perhaps no one is entirely pure, but we all are innocent when we are sincerely learning.