Love Is In The Eyes, And One

Our Modern World, Though Infinitely More Complex Than That Of Ancient Greece, Is Also Far More Superficial. Where The Greeks Offered Simple Psychological Training, We Live In An Age Of Style And Spin In Which Perceptions Of Good And Evil Slither And Shift With The Political View Of The Moment.

When Healers Yearn To Kill Then Hope Begins To Die ... Evil Cannot Be Overcome By Evil.

Societies Need Heroes. So We Travel To Places Where The Revisionists Cannot Dismantle The Great.

Love Is A Mystery. We Embrace It Where We Can. Mostly We Do Not Choose Whom We Love. It Just Happens. A Voice Speaks To Us, In Ways The Ears Cannot Hear. We Recognize A Beauty The Eye Does Not See. We Experience A Change In Our Hearts That No Voice Can Describe.

A Warrior...must Believe In His Strength Of Will, Of Purpose, Of Heart And Soul.