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In The Intervals Between Battles, The Warrior Rests.

Each Stone, Each Bend Cries Welcome To Him. He Identifies With The Mountains And The Streams, He Sees Something Of His Own Soul In The Plants And The Animals And The Birds Of The Field.

Sometimes An Unimportant Incident Is Capable Of Turning Everything Beautiful Into A Moment Of Anxiety. We Insist On Seeing The Mote In The Eye And Forget About The Mountains, The Fields And The Olive Groves.

The Warrior Of Light Plunges Unhesitatingly Into The River Of Passions Always Flowing Through His Life.

God Is Love, Generosity And Forgiveness; If We Believe In This, We Will Never Allow Our Weaknesses To Paralyse Us.