Nothing In This World Is A Gift.

A Warrior Knows That He Is Only A Man. His Only Regret Is That His Life Is So Short That He Can't Grab Onto All The Things He Would Like To. But For Him, This Is Not An Issue; It's Only A Pity.

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.

A Warrior Chooses A Path With Heart, Any Path With Heart, And Follows It; And Then He Rejoices And Laughs. He Knows Because He Sees That His Life Will Be Over Altogether Too Soon. He Sees That Nothing Is More Important Than Anything Else.

All Paths Lead Nowhere, So It Is Important To Choose A Path That Has Heart.

In The Universe There Is An Immeasurable, Indescribable Force Which Shamens Call Intent, And Absolutely Everything That Exists In The Entire Cosmos Is Attached To Intent By A Connecting Link.