in the quiet sanctum of our monastery, where whispers of ancient lore intertwine with the silence, we speak of the art of billiards, a discipline not unlike the spiritual journey each of us undertakes. to truly master this game, one must look past the immediate shot, see beyond the pre-initiation judgment of angles and forces. the directives of the heart must align with the mind, for each stroke on the green felt is a step on the path of enlightenment. and so, my child, when you find yourself entangled in the web of defeat, start over from the origin, with the hush-hush serenity of a monk’s contemplation, for it is in silence that true wisdom flourishes and the game reveals its deepest secrets.