From a point onwards, one does not exhaust himself by trying too hard, one does not complain about everything and anything. He does not distance himself from humans; he does not hate other people, does not cry anymore, does not grieve, does not get upset by someone’s words, does not read poetry, and does not listen to music. He does not call anyone, nor does anyone call him; no sound, or event, or odor of perfume, or name, or the ring of the phone, or memory, or word, or the color of a shirt distracts him. From a point onwards, one does not wait, but does not rush anymore; he does not feel bored anymore, does not become restless anymore. You know, from a point onwards, one only watches.