The Warrior: Silent In His Struggle, Undetainable

The Dying Sun Will Glow On You Without Burning, As It Has Done Today. The Wind Will Be Soft And Mellow And Your Hilltop Will Tremble. As You Reach The End Of Your Dance You Will Look At The Sun, For You Will Never See It Again In Waking Or In Dreaming, And Then Your Death Will Point To The South. To The Vastness.

Before You Embark On It You Ask The Question: Does This Path Have A Heart? If The Answer Is No, You Will Know It, And Then You Must Choose Another Path.

For A Human Being, Sadness Is As Powerful As Terror. Sadness Makes A Warrior Shed Tears Of Blood.

It Was Stupidity That Forced Us To Discard Anything That Did Not Conform With Ourself - Reflective Expectations.

The World Is Incomprehensible. We Won't Ever Understand It; We Won't Ever Unravel Its Secrets. Thus We Must Treat The World As It Is: A Sheer Mystery.