They are not fighting you, you are not fighting them. They are one with you, not the other way around. They are connected to you, not the other way around. You, you're just being the happy old mountain. What do you care if some rabble wants to push on you?
This is a little pacifistic of an image for me, and it sounds very different than what Dan was originally talking about. But that's fine, except you are still toast if your opponent happens to be a river, a glacier, or dynamite.