One Must Use The Weapons One Finds

A Nomad I Was Even When I Was Very Small And Would Stare At The Road, That White Spellbinding Road Headed Straight For The Unknown ... A Nomad I Will Remain For Life, In Love With Distant And Uncharted Places.

I Think It Is Impossible For Human Minds To Think Of Death As A Final, Irrevocable End To Life.

For Now It Seems That By Advancing Into Unknown Territories, I Entered Into My Life

One Must Use The Weapons One Finds In One's Path.

To Be Alone Is To Be Free, And Freedom Was The Only Happiness Accessible To My Nature.