If You Were A Warrior, You Would

We Talk To Ourselves Incessantly About Our World. In Fact We Maintain Our World With Our Internal Talk. And Whenever We Finish Talking To Ourselves About Ourselves And Our World, The World Is Always As It Should Be. We Renew It, We Rekindle It With Life, We Uphold It With Our Internal Talk. Not Only That, But We Also Choose Our Paths As We Talk To Ourselves. Thus We Repeat The Same Choices Over And Over Until The Day We Die, Because We Keep On Repeating The Same Internal Talk Over And Over Until The Day We Die. A Warrior Is Aware Of This And Strives To Stop His Internal Talk.

It Is Important To Have A Perspective Then Only Through Seeing The World Is It Possible To Transcend Ideas Such As The Flyers, And Other Aberrant Thought Forms. With Ruthlessness, Cunning Patience And Sweetness, It Can Be Cracked.

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.

Conclusions Arrived At Through Reasoning Have Very Little Or No Influence In Altering The Course Of Our Lives.

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.