Better calm than violently angry.
When I deliver to my customers I encounter dogs at the gate. The difference between losing an arm or getting to the door with a friendly dog in tow is calm and wisdom. The dog is the guardian of the gate, I befriend the dog or I never enter the gate. Most dogs, especially the wolf-like dogs, can communicate with their eyes. I can tell instantly the intentions and mood of a dog before I enter a gate by looking at their eyes.
In dealing with dogs, including all animals, acting slowly, calmly and relaxed means the animal is less likely to respond with fight-flight response. I seduce dogs by conveying feelings to them with my eyes. I can place a thought in my mind and it will convey in my eyes straight to the dog with dramatic results. I act slowly, focusing all my attention on the dog; I think friendship, happy to see the dog, calmness; I will eventually have that dog either running for a ball or licking my hand. Had I at any point felt fear, anger or coldness towards the dog, the dog would have picked it up in my eyes and reacted negatively.
My attitude towards dogs, and everything I do, is it is better to act in harmony with my world than impose violent control upon it. Nature is my teacher, and calm is one of its teachings. Calm is the sister of patience and tolerance, letting nature flow at its own pace and in its own way. When I planted acorns, I was unable to force them to grow, they acted in their own timing, at their own pace. I am like a parent rather than the master of eight strong oak saplings. I provide my saplings with opportunity through water, sun and good soil; protecting them from caterpillar and fungus; they follow their own nature in becoming fast growing little trees.
The mind that has no calm is like a drunken person, it has no wisdom, rushing from one crisis to another, lacking the anchoring of wisdom, the drunk does stupid actions and ruin is the drunks ultimate reward. When a cat comes to me inviting me to stroke it, I gain opportunity to find my inner calm in a world of war. Calm provides the metaphorical nutritious soil for which planted acorns grow into oak trees, but the reverse is rocks upon which nothing grows.