Conflict can be a bit mysterious and involve the creative, so I thought I would throw in a poem that needs a bit of thinking:
Will transformation. Be inspired by the flame
Where a thing made of Change conceals itself;
This informing spirit, master of all that’s earthly
Loves nothing more than the moment of turning.
What’s heart set on survival is already stony;
How safe is it, hid in its innocuous gray?
Look out, from afar a far harder hardness warns it:
Feel the approach of the hammer held high.
Whoever flows forth from himself like a freshet, Knowledge
And lead him, entranced, through her wondrous world,
Where endings are often beginnings and beginnings ends.’
Sonnets to Orpheus Maria Rainer Rilke translated by Stephen Mitchell
This is Rilke: