Grammer #11.

It was winter and chill was bitter on the Mount of Olives. From Jerusalem, across the narrow cleft of the Kidden Valley, came the smell of smoke, incense, and burning flesh from the Temple and its foulness mixed with the turpentine odor of terebinth on the mountains.

You can not worry about upsetting every person you come across, but you must be selectively cruel. If your superior is a falling star, there is nothing to fear from outshining him. Do not be merciful - your master had no such scruples in his own cold-blooded climb to the top. Gauge his strength. If he is weak, discreetly hasten in his downfall: Outdo, outcharm, outsmart him at key moments.

It’s all about what happens when things stop coming easily. Maybe it’s the wall we hit at work when we go from cruising and feeling like we’re in our element to having to do something that, for the first time, feels brutally hard and takes more than we’ve ever had to invest.