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

Don Juan Assured Me That In Order To Accomplish The Feat Of Making Myself Miserable I Had To Work In The Most Intense Fashion, And That It Was Absurd. I Had Now Realized I Could Work Just The Same In Making Myself Complete And Strong. "the Trick Is In What One Emphasizes," He Said. "we Either Make Ourselves Miserable, Or We Make Ourselves Strong. The Amount Of Work Is The Same."

The Difficulty Is To Learn To Perceive With Your Whole Body, Not With Just Your Eyes And Reason. The World Becomes A Stream Of Tremendously Rapid, Unique Events. So You Must Trim Your Body To Make It A Good Receptor. The Body Is An Awareness; And It Must Be Treated Impeccably.

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.

When A Warrior Has Put An End To His Routines, When He Doesn't Care Anymore Whether He Has Company Or Is Alone, Because He Has Heard The Silent Whisper Of The Spirit; Then You Can Say That, Truly, He Has Died. From That Point On, Even The Simplest Things In Life Become Extraordinary For Him.

The Spirit Listens Only When The Speaker Speaks In Gestures. And Gestures Do Not Mean Signs Or Body Movements, But Acts Of True Abandon, Acts Of Largesse, Of Humor. As A Gesture To The Spirit, Warriors Bring Out The Best Of Themselves And Silently Offer It To The Abstract.