Leave Jesus On The Cross. He's Very

To Be A Warrior Is Not A Simple Matter Of Wishing To Be One. It Is Rather An Endless Struggle That Will Go On To The Very Last Moment Of Our Lives. Nobody Is Born A Warrior, In Exactly The Same Way That Nobody Is Born An Average Man. We Make Ourselves Into One Or The Other.

Things Are Only Real After One Has Learned To Agree On Their Realness. What Took Place This Evening, For Instance, Cannot Possibly Be Real To You, Because No One Could Agree With You About It. 'do You Mean That You Didn't See What Happened?'. Of Course I Did. But I Don't Count. I Am The One Who's Lying To You, Remember?

Our Normal Expectations About Reality Are Created By A Social Consensus. We Are Taught How To See And Understand The World. The Trick Of Socialization Is To Convince Us That The Descriptions We Agree Upon Define The Limits Of The Real World. What We Call Reality Is Only One Way Of Seeing The World, A Way That Is Supported By Social Consensus.

Think About It: What Weakens Us Is Feeling Offended By The Deeds And Misdeeds Of Our Fellow Men. Our Self-importance Requires That We Spend Most Of Our Lives Offended By Someone.

Only The Idea Of Death Makes A Warrior Sufficiently Detached So That He Is Capable Of Abandoning Himself To Anything. He Knows His Death Is Stalking Him And Won't Give Him Time To Cling To Anything So He Tries, Without Craving, All Of Everything.