Let everything that's been planned come true. Let her believe. And let her have a laugh at her passions. Because what they call passion actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between the soul and the outside world. And most important, let her believe in herself. Let her be helpless like a child, because weakness is a great thing, and strength is nothing. When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. When he dies, he is hard and insensitive. When a tree is growing, it's tender and pliant. But when it's dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are death's companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. Because what has hardened will never win.