Ming I / Eclipsing the light Warmth and Light are swallowed by Deep Darkness: I show brilliance by keeping it veiled among the masses.
I stay true to my course, despite visible obstacles ahead.
This time calls for a saintly effort to turn the other cheek. I have been deliberately injured. Going blow-for-blow will only escalate this war.
I abstain from vengeance, showing those watching that I am above it, sidestepping my aggressor's headlong charge, giving him the opportunity to fall on his face.
The pheasant senses danger and flees the jaws of the trap.
Descending into the belly of the beast, one beholds the true face of evil.
In revulsion and despair, one flees what can never be defeated.
There is thunder and lightning from the dark heart of the storm. We judge fairly, so that consequences are just.
I reach my peak and do not lament the descent ahead. I emulate the noonday sun at its zenith.
I am in a position of authority in this situation. Archetypally, I am the New King, returned from my quest to claim my throne.
However, I am enlightened enough to realize that I am merely a part of a cycle, and that I must someday yield my throne to the new kid in town, the younger, faster gunslinger, the young turk, the next returning hero, the next New King.
Fretting about the inevitable descent is senseless. For now, I play my role to the hilt and use this gift of power to govern my world as best I can. I am the best person for the job. That's why I was chosen.