Telika: I achieve the inner schopenhauerian peace that foreign spiritualities inspired to him. But outside, the only 64 bases I am familiar with are endlessly warring over regicides and promotions in the feudal order. I have pondered your words, but there are too many different ways a thing can become its opposite, also at too many moments of life. Rough is the opposite of soft which is the opposite of hard. Life is indeed far from being binary, and its complexities open too many more paths than my remaining years would allow me to follow.
I don't know if this is the kind of peace you were talking of, but it is probably indeed far from the wisdom Bob that shows us.
amok: well, you are on a part of the path, I wager. But, it is fair be to say that you will never gain wisdom with warring and regicide. Wisdom is found in the enigma. Opposition can be so much, granted, but it is sometimes good to meditate on that opposition may not only mean opposition of force, but also of rank and order.
Edit - sprelling
I had gathered so, and I'm afraid to say that my own heretical trajectory had lead me as low as to chant mantras of the Antibob. Alas, my point is, the rest of the path will be walked by people whose lands hold more peaceful bases than mine. My knowledge of these is too distant to allow journeying through them and effortlessly translating the various tongues of their inhabitants. I know of interpreters running unguided along their own webs of words, but I am so foreign to these countries that I wouldn't recognise the sounds that others would expect from their languages. I am condemned to witness the ascension of others, of more suitable birth.
This is without bitterness, as wisdom is generally less a stake to me than the different journeys that lead to it. I would most probably let others benefit of Bob's enlightment, even if I was to accompany them along their path...