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->"What exactly is the will? Is it determination, like the determination of your grandson Lucio
to have a motorcycle?"
"No," don Juan said softly and giggled. "That's not will. Lucio only indulges. Will is
something else, some-thing very clear and powerful which can direct our acts. Will is
something a man uses, for instance, to win a battle which he, by all calculations, should lose."
"Then will must be what we call courage," I said.
"No. Courage is something else. Men of courage are dependable men, noble men perennially
surrounded by people who flock around them and admire them; yet very few men of courage
have will. Usually they are fearless men who are given to performing daring common-sense
acts; most of the time a courageous man is also fearsome and feared. Will, on the other hand,
has to do with astonishing feats that defy our common sense."
"Is will the control we may have over ourselves?" I asked.
"You may say that it is a kind of control."
"Do you think I can exercise my will, for instance, by denying myself certain things?"
"Such as asking questions?" he interjected.
He said it in such a mischievous tone that I had to stop writing to look at him. We both
laughed.
"No," he said. "Denying yourself is an indulgence and I don't recommend anything of the
kind. That is the reason why I let you ask all the questions you want. If I told you to stop
asking questions, you might warp your will trying to do that. The indulgence of denying is by
far the worst; it forces us to believe we are doing great things, when in effect we are only
fixed within ourselves. To stop asking questions is not the will I'm talking about. Will is a
power. And since it is a power it has to be controlled and tuned and that takes time. I know
that and I'm patient with you. When I was your age I was as impulsive as you. Yet I have
changed. Our will operates in spite of our indulgence. For example, your will is already
opening your gap, little by little."

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