I've got a little story to tell...
My Grandfather had moved to a new town his freshman year in highschool and didn't know anyone. The first couple of days he realized that he was going to get bullied buy the jocks at the school (he was like 5'4" and really skinny) so he decided to "attack" all the bullies at his school in a really twisted way.
So one day at lunch break he went up to the biggest, meanest senior football player the kids talked about at school. My grandfather spit in his face and then proceded to punch him and kick him as hard as he could. The jock was kinda surprised and my grandfather actually did some damage before the guy came to his sences and then proceded to beat my grandfather into a bloody pulp.
It was a crazy thing to do but it had the desired result. Everyon at the school thought he was so crazy that no one bullied him and in fact everyone went out of their way to be really nice to him.
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No purifier equals knowledge,
and in time
the man of perfect discipline
discovers this in his own sprit.
The Bhagavad-Gita
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