"Men are disturbed not by things, but by the views which they take of them." — Epictetus
In times a person gets knocked out, it needs to rest and recover. Some in the open, but often in silence. No one sleeps in the middle of the arena, it was the time of using strength until it ends. A time when healing in quietness summons reverence even from the opponents, the spirit of sportsmanship, of honor. .. An unwritten rule of nobility for valiant warriors.
Though battles may not all be fair or never one, like the wild jungle which cannot expect civility to the wild. Still, can be trained, resistance will always take more time than harmony.
What notes could one gather to produce a beautiful symphony? Not one high nor low, not mere mid-high and low -- together, a great masterpiece that echoes through time.
When healing in quietness has to end, it may be necessary to place some in its rightful nook. A menace playing beyond the wilderness where quiet and peace was sacred may be calling for a retribution. Patience does not mean it has endless existence, nor misunderstood for eternal timing. Absence of it is different than when its presence is due; as night has to make way for the day and as rain to perish the drought. For its no longer a question of right and wrong nor good or bad; no longer a case of division but of vision for unison.
When healing in quietness ends, emerges a crystal clear looking glass reflecting light or dark; In darkness, unclear but reflection is present, only difficult to see; and in to the light - visual reflection is better. Recognize that the eyes chooses to see what it wants to see. The looking glass only reflects what is there to reflect.