A Warrior Acts As If He Knows

We Don't Need More To Be Thankful For, We Just Need To Be More Thankful.

The Sorcerer's Description Of The World Is Perceivable. But Our Insistence On Holding On To Our Standard Version Of Reality Renders Us Almost Deaf And Blind To It.

To Be A Warrior Is Not A Simple Matter Of Wishing To Be One. It Is Rather An Endless Struggle That Will Go On To The Very Last Moment Of Our Lives. Nobody Is Born A Warrior, In Exactly The Same Way That Nobody Is Born An Average Man. We Make Ourselves Into One Or The Other.

"dreaming Is The Vehicle That Brings Dreamers To This World," The Emissary Said, "and Everything Sorcerers Know About Dreaming Was Taught To Them By Us. Our World Is Connected To Yours By A Door Called Dreams. We Know How To Go Through That Door, But Men Don't. They Have To Learn It."

A Warrior, Or Any Man For That Matter, Cannot Possibly Wish He Were Somewhere Else; A Warrior Because He Lives By Challenge, An Ordinary Man Because He Doesn't Know Where His Death Is Going To Find Him.