A Warrior Cannot Lower His

The Energy That Many People Call Love, Is, In Fact, The Raw Material From Which The Universe Was Built.

If Everyone There Just Lived Their Lives And Let Others Do The Same, God Would Be In Every Moment, In Every Grain Of Mustard, In The Fragment Of Cloud That Is There And Then Gone The Following Moment. God Was There And Yet People Believed They Still Had To Go On Looking, Because It Seemed Too Simple To Accept That Life Was An Act Of Faith.

We Become Imprisoned By Our Memories, And That Makes Our Lives Wretched.

No One Is Entirely Good Or Evil; That Is What The Warrior Thinks When He Has A New Opponent.

The Warrior Of Light Knows That Everything Around Him - His Victories, His Defeats, His Enthusiasm And His Despondency - Form Part Of His Good Fight.