There are no adversaries in this world—no enemies, no antagonists, and no opponents. There are only rocks that raise the water of a stream so that it flows ever forward and downward on the path of your heart’s desire.
If that path led upward on a precipitous climb, you would have to battle gravity with every step of the way. If your energy flagged, you would stop, lose hope, or even try to turn back. But the path of the heart’s desire leads always onwards and downwards in the direction of your Mother. On that path there are times when you need do nothing but float.
When the illusion of steering your course by will or volition is suspended, you can float on your back and trust the water to bear you up. Then you will understand that the stream knows where it is going, even in moments when you do not—and that, truly, nothing can impede it or resist its power. The more boulders the world places in its path, the higher the water rises, gathering its force to flow over them.
This is basic wisdom, a thing that people once knew in their bones. This is the reason your first ancestors were not afraid to die. They understood that even death is not an adversary or an enemy, but a rock to flow over on the endless way of the soul.