Maha Navratri - a day for battle, Rig Veda 6, 75
Durga is the bow of shiva, and also the Asana of the bow; Durga is the tree which withstands the buffalo's wrath, and also the Asana of the tree. And so forth. Being all forms, all energies, a Yogi may learn to freely transition between Dharmas, natures and duties, to accomplish their purpose. This is true Hatha Yoga. To a Yogi, there is no masculine or feminine, nor any caste; all is embodied as one. As Durga.
Yet today is less a day for introspection, and preparation for the sacrifice of the self, and more a day to remember that the yogi trains for war, and battle, that they may make a sacrifice of their enemy's adharma.
Therefore, venerate your weapons, tools, instruments, even pens and pencils, anything which you use for your work - because they are the means by which you subdue hatred, desire and fear, and shall become victorious against injustice, ignorance and evil. What is an painter without their brush? What is a warrior without their knife? Though one cannot kill, both are weapons against hatred.
Consider too your vehicle, your vahana. Not every soldier is carried into battle, but must carry themselves by their own feet. Your work requires different vehicles than the cavalry's horses, or the modern helicopters and tanks. The roofer's ladder, the commuter's car... even the computer's mouse can be as potent as Kroncha, Ganesh's mouse! Examine your armor and learn to trust it, as you would trust your vehicle.
This is why we must use the correct tools, and use the correct tools correctly: just as some weapons are cruel, such as barbed or poisoned arrows, even a pencil can be misused to inspire fear, desire or hatred. This is why we love our vehicles, as we would our own feet. This is why we should all join together, and fight ethically, non-violently, in Satyagraha, against adharma.
Rig Veda 6, 75
See? Barbed arrows dipped in poison already fly at you, falling about you like hair at a barber's. Do not suffer their offense further: hurry into battle, meet your opponent closely, strike your opponent before they kill you. Defend that life your parents gave to you with the strength they gave you to defend it! All those who love you call you into battle, that you may not be dominated or shamed by your opponent's hatred; rush into battle, that you may be victorious, with unwounded body. Even your opponent calls you into battle! Eagerly seek this battle! Trust to your strength and life. Trust to the thickness of your armor to protect you. Trust your horse; it has always been free, like your heart's will. It shall faithfully carry you to meet your enemy. Because of its nature, its love and its duty, it shall not flinch at the opportunity to defend you by trampling and crushing your enemy - do not you hesitate a moment! You are so admirably armed: trust to your weapons to turn the hatred of your opponent to grief and sorrow. Have no doubt: you shall be victorious, and subdue their hatred!