Power Rests On The Kind

My Worrying, For Instance, Was A Scene In Which I Looked At Myself While I Had The Sensation Of Being Boxed In. I Call That Worrying, It Has Happened To Me A Number Of Times After That First Time.

A Warrior Chooses A Path With Heart, Any Path With Heart, And Follows It; And Then He Rejoices And Laughs. He Knows Because He Sees That His Life Will Be Over Altogether Too Soon. He Sees That Nothing Is More Important Than Anything Else.

We Chose Whether To Be Warriors Or To Be Ordinary.

A Hunter That Is Worth His Salt Does Not Catch Game Because He Sets His Traps, Or Because He Knows The Hunting Routines Of His Prey, But Because He Himself Has No Routines. This Is His Advantage. He Is Not At All Like The Animals He Is After, Fixed By Heavy Routines And Predictable Quirks; He Is Free, Fluid, Unpredictable

One Cannot Enter Don Juan's World Intellectually, Like A Dilettante Seeking Fast And Fleeting Knowledge. Nor, In Don Juan's World, Can Anything Be Verified Absolutely. The Only Thing We Can Do Is Arrive At A State Of Increased Awareness That Allows Us To Perceive The World Around Us In A More Inclusive Manner.