Prophets Have A Way Of Dying By

A Person Cries Out In Life Because It's Lonely And Because Life's Been Broken Off From Whatever Created It. But No Matter How Much You Hate Life, You Love It Too. It's Like A Caldron Boiling With Everything You Have To Have, But Very Painful To The Lips.

No Matter How Exotic Human Civilization Becomes, No Matter The Developments Of Life And Society Nor The Complexity Of The Machine/human Interface, There Always Come Interludes Of Lonely Power When The Course Of Humankind, The Very Future Of Humankind, Depends Upon The Relatively Simple Actions Of Single Individual.

One Learns From Books And Example Only That Certain Things Can Be Done. Actual Learning Requires That You Do Those Things.

Words Can Carry Any Burden We Wish. All That's Required Is Agreement And A Tradition Upon Which To Build.

When Your Opponent Fears You, Then's The Moment When You Give The Fear Its Own Rein, Give It The Time To Work On Him. Let It Become Terror. The Terrified Man Fights Himself. Eventually, He Attacks In Desperation. That Is The Most Dangerous Moment, But The Terrified Man Can Be Trusted Usually To Make A Fatal Mistake. You Are Being Trained Here To Detect These Mistakes And Use Them.