We live amid distraction, which tears us away from the present. There is so much to see and so much to do. Someone demands to be believed, another, to be desired. Out of bigotry, out of loyalty, we oblige.
"And yet," we think, "it moves." And yet we feel the stillness all around us. If we could only find a moment to coordinate our beliefs with our desires! If only time and space would get it together.
To accomplish this is called composure. It requires that our temper becomes a habit. That we find our way around the place. It is found in the immediacy of experience, and conditions both our honesty and our decency. We cannot determine our beliefs of our own free will, but we can know their limits, the things themselves. Nor can we dermine our desires, but can master their center—our selves. As such.