I used to think that my father, since he held the power, was also the holder of the strength. I thought he was the strong one and that I had inherited strength from him. I used to think that my mother, as the holder of powerlessness, was the weak one. I thought I had inherited the weakness from her. So I believed my uncompromising, almost ruthless assertiveness was strength and my inability to move or lead anything in some situations was weakness.
Meanwhile, I know that my father, despite all the power he had united on his person, was the real owner of weakness. Despite the power, he had no strength. Meanwhile, I know that my mother, despite all the powerlessness, was the actual holder of strength. In her forbearance lay all the strength that I took from her – without being aware of it – into my life.
So it is that all the strength I have is a part of my fainting mother. The strength springs from my humility. Thus it is that all my weakness is the inheritance of my powerful father. The power springs from my fear of being defeated in battle.
Thus, the thought that power and strength belong together or are even the same, originates from the mind, because it loves the power and would like to see it so also connected and united with the strength. Since the cognition of the mind is limited, this his thought is the result of a not complete perception of the relations.
Strength does not fight. Strength does not rest. If strength unites with power, then great things happen. These things are exclusively of soul nature and result from boundless working humility. If no spiritual things happen, then no strength was involved and it was only the fearful power that worked.