We're A Feeling, An Awareness Encased Here

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

Nothing In This World Is A Gift. Whatever Must Be Learned Must Be Learned The Hard Way.

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.

Fright Is Something One Can Never Get Over. When A Warrior Is Caught In Such A Tight Spot He Would Simply Turn His Back To The Ally Without Thinking Twice. A Warrior Cannot Indulge Thus He Cannot Die Of Fright. A Warrior Allows The Ally To Come Only When He Is Good And Ready. When He Is Strong Enough To Grapple With The Ally He Opens Up His Gap And Lurches Out, Grabs The Ally, Keeps Him Pinned Down And Maintains His Stare On Him For Exactly The Time He Has To, Then He Moves His Eyes Away And Releases The Ally And Lets Him Go. A Warrior, My Little Friend, Is The Master At All Times

We Hardly Ever Realize That We Can Cut Anything Out Of Our Lives, Anytime, In The Blink Of An Eye.