In The Hierarchy, The Artist Faces Outward.

As All Born Teachers, He Was Primarily A Student.

When We Turn Pro We Stop Running From Our Fears. We Turn Around And Face Them.

Our Greatest Battle Is To Become Ourselves, In The Face Of Adversity.

The Spartans Say That Any Army May Win While It Still Has Legs Under It; The Real Test Comes When All Strength Is Fled And The Men Must Produce Victory On Will Alone.

For What Can Be More Noble Than To Slay Oneself? Not Literally. Not With A Blade In The Guts. But To Extinguish The Selfish Self Within, That Part Which Looks Only To Its Own Preservation, To Save Its Own Skin. That, I Saw, Was The Victory You Spartans Had Gained Over Yourselves. That Was The Glue. It Was What You Had Learned And It Made Me Stay, To Learn It Too.