Burn Your Bridges Every 2 Years.

You're In A Terrible Spot. It's Too Late For You To Retreat But Too Soon To Act. All You Can Do Is Witness. You're In The Miserable Position Of An Infant Who Cannot Return To The Mother's Womb, But Neither Can He Run Around And Act. All An Infant Can Do Is Witness And Listen To The Stupendous Tales Of Action Being Told To Him. You Are At That Precise Point Now. You Cannot Go Back To The Womb Of Your Old World, But You Cannot Act With Power Either. For You There Is Only Witnessing Acts Of Power And Listening To Tales Of Power.

A Man Goes To Knowledge As He Goes To War, Wide Awake, With Fear, With Respect, And With Absolute Assurance.

The Self-confidence Of The Warrior Is Not The Self-confidence Of The Average Man. The Average Man Seeks Certainty In The Eyes Of The Onlooker And Calls That Self-confidence. The Warrior Seeks Impeccability In His Own Eyes And Calls That Humbleness. The Average Man Is Hooked To His Fellow Men, While The Warrior Is Hooked Only To Infinity.

When You Need An Answer, Look Over Your Left Shoulder And Ask Your Death.

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.