Crows Are Not Always Available To Give

Inner Silence Works From The Moment You Begin To Accrue It. What The Old Sorcerers Were After Was The Final Dramatic, End Result Of Reaching That Individual Threshold Of Silence.

Tonight In Your Dreams You Must Look At Your Hands.

To Seek The Perfection Of The Warrior's Spirit Is The Only Task Worthy Of Our Temporariness, Our Manhood.

Whenever The Internal Dialogue Stops, The World Collapses, And Extraordinary Facets Of Ourselves Surface, As Though They Had Been Kept Heavily Guarded By Our Words.

A Warrior Considers Himself Already Dead, So There Is Nothing To Lose. The Worst Has Already Happened To Him, Therefore He's Clear And Calm; Judging Him By His Acts Or By His Words, One Would Never Suspect That He Has Witnessed Everything.