...one Should Never Turn To One's Left

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.

Power Rests On The Kind Of Knowledge One Holds. What Is The Sense Of Knowing Things That Are Useless?

Dwelling Upon The Self Too Much Produces Terrible Fatigue. A Man In That Position Is Deaf And Blind To Everything Else. The Fatigue Itself Makes Him Cease To See The Marvels All Around.

If You Were A Warrior, You Would Know That The Worst Thing One Can Do Is Confront Human Beings Directly.

... Everything In The World Is A Force, A Pull Or A Push. In Order For Us To Be Pushed Or Pulled We Need To Be Like A Sail, Like A Kite In The Wind. But If We Have A Hole In The Middle Of Our Luminosity, The Force Goes Through It And Never Acts Upon Us.