One ,must Have Something To Die For

To Seek Freedom Is The Only Driving Force I Know. Freedom To Fly Off Into That Infinity Out There. Freedom To Dissolve; To Lift Off; To Be Like The Flame Of A Candle, Which, In Spite Of Being Up Against The Light Of A Billion Stars, Remains Intact, Because It Never Pretended To Be More Than What It Is: A Mere Candle.

Only As A Warrior Can One Withstand The Path Of Knowledge. A Warrior Cannot Complain Or Regret Anything. His Life Is An Endless Challenge, And Challenges Cannot Possibly Be Good Or Bad. Challenges Are Simply Challenges.

My Benefactor Told Me That My Father And Mother Had Lived And Died Just To Have Me, And That Their Own Parents Had Done The Same For Them. He Said That Warriors Were Different In That They Shift Their Assemblage Points Enough To Realize The Tremendous Price That Has Been Paid For Their Lives. This Shift Gives Them The Respect And Awe That Their Parents Never Felt For Life In General, Or For Being Alive In Particular.

The Average Man Is Hooked To His Fellow Men, While The Warrior Is Hooked Only To Infinity.

You See All Of Us Go Through The Same Doubts. We Are Afraid Of Being Mad; Unfortunately For Us, Of Course, All Of Us Are Already Mad.