Will (n.) of the would-be saint can be as corrupt as his passions, just as the intellect can be as misguided as the instincts.
Will (n.) is where even theologians locate evil and stupidity: not in the body as a whole, but in the cut-off, dissociated brain.
The Will (n.) always acts for some pleasure, says Aristotelian common sense — which amounts to saying only that we do what we do.
The Will (n.) is a loop in an endless knot: its push is nature's pull, as a pull from the right is a push from the left.
The Will (n.) in conflict with itself is paralyzed like someone trying to walk in two opposite directions at once.
The Will (n.) is fallible and unconsciously ambivalent, as Christian theology and modern psychiatry have long known — so the way of willpower is suspect.
Will (n.) and fate are polar ways of seeing one truth: there is no ruler and nothing ruled; what happens simply happens of itself.