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"Warfare is the Way of Deception"

"Thus the one skilled in arms, on seeing the deficiency of the enemy,

takes advantage of it and does not rest,

pursues it and does not let it go,

presses it and does not [let it] get away.

He strikes while [the enemy] is in doubt,

overruns him while he hesitates.

[He is like] swift thunder that does not give [the enemy] time to cover his ears, fast lightning that leaves [the enemy] no leisure to cover his eyes.

The one skilled in arms

is like the sound to the echo,

is like the gong to the drum.

If a mote gets into [the enemy’s] eye, he does not allow him to wipe it away;

if [the enemy] exhales, he does not allow him to inhale.

At this time,

he does not look up to see Heaven;

he does not look down to view Earth;

his hand does not lift his spear;

his weapon is not fully drawn.

He strikes [the enemy] like thunder;

he hits him like the wind;

he scorches him like fire;

he overcomes him like a wave.

The enemy does not know where to stay while at rest, does not know what to do while in motion.