The Dying Sun Will Glow On You

You're In A Terrible Spot. It's Too Late For You To Retreat But Too Soon To Act. All You Can Do Is Witness. You're In The Miserable Position Of An Infant Who Cannot Return To The Mother's Womb, But Neither Can He Run Around And Act. All An Infant Can Do Is Witness And Listen To The Stupendous Tales Of Action Being Told To Him. You Are At That Precise Point Now. You Cannot Go Back To The Womb Of Your Old World, But You Cannot Act With Power Either. For You There Is Only Witnessing Acts Of Power And Listening To Tales Of Power.

If His Spirit Is Distorted He Should Simply Fix It-purge It, Make It Perfect-because There Is No Other Task In Our Entire Lives Which Is More Worthwhile...to Seek The Perfection Of The Warrior's Spirit Is The Only Task Worthy Of Our Temporariness, Our Manhood.

To Die With Elation Is A Crappy Way Of Dying... A Warrior Dies The Hard Way. His Death Must Struggle To Take Him. A Warrior Does Not Give Himself To It.

There Are Lots Of Things A Warrior Can Do At A Certain Time Which He Couldn't Do Years Before. Those Things Themselves Did Not Change; What Changed Was His Idea Of Himself.

Well Being Is A Condition One Has To Groom, A Condition One Has To Become Aquainted With In Order To Seek It