If You Were A Warrior,

Intent Is Not A Thought, Or An Object, Or A Wish. Intent Is What Can Make A Man Succeed When His Thoughts Tell Him That He Is Defeated. It Operates In Spite Of The Warrior's Indulgence. Intent Is What Makes Him Invulnerable. Intent Is What Sends A Shaman Through A Wall, Through Space, To Infinity.

Fright Is Something One Can Never Get Over. When A Warrior Is Caught In Such A Tight Spot He Would Simply Turn His Back To The Ally Without Thinking Twice. A Warrior Cannot Indulge Thus He Cannot Die Of Fright. A Warrior Allows The Ally To Come Only When He Is Good And Ready. When He Is Strong Enough To Grapple With The Ally He Opens Up His Gap And Lurches Out, Grabs The Ally, Keeps Him Pinned Down And Maintains His Stare On Him For Exactly The Time He Has To, Then He Moves His Eyes Away And Releases The Ally And Lets Him Go. A Warrior, My Little Friend, Is The Master At All Times

A Guardian Is Broad-minded And Understanding. A Guard, On The Other Hand, Is A Vigilante, Narrow-minded And Most Of The Time Despotic.

What Is Wrong With Us Human Beings, And Has Been Wrong Since Time Immemorial, Is That Without Ever Stating It In So Many Words, We Believe That We Have Entered The Realm Of Immortality. We Behave As If We Are Never Going To Die - An Infantile Arrogance. But Even More Injurious Than This Sense Of Immortality Is What Comes With It : The Sense That We Can Engulf This Inconcievable Universe With Our Minds.

... A Warrior Could Not Avoid Pain And Grief But Only The Indulging In Them