The Dying Sun Will Glow On You

We Talk To Ourselves Incessantly About Our World. In Fact We Maintain Our World With Our Internal Talk. And Whenever We Finish Talking To Ourselves About Ourselves And Our World, The World Is Always As It Should Be. We Renew It, We Rekindle It With Life, We Uphold It With Our Internal Talk. Not Only That, But We Also Choose Our Paths As We Talk To Ourselves. Thus We Repeat The Same Choices Over And Over Until The Day We Die, Because We Keep On Repeating The Same Internal Talk Over And Over Until The Day We Die. A Warrior Is Aware Of This And Strives To Stop His Internal Talk.

Discipline, As Understood By A Warrior, Is Creative, Open, And Produces Freedom. It Is The Ability To Face The Unknown, Transforming The Feeling Of Knowing Into Reverent Astonishment; Of Considering Things That Exceed The Scope Of Our Habits, And Daring To Face The Only War That Is Worthwhile: The Battle For Awareness.

A Warrior, On The Other Hand, Is A Hunter. He Calculates Everything. That's Control. But Once His Calculations Are Over He Acts. He Lets Go. That's Abandon.

Don Juan Assured Me That In Order To Accomplish The Feat Of Making Myself Miserable I Had To Work In The Most Intense Fashion, And That It Was Absurd. I Had Now Realized I Could Work Just The Same In Making Myself Complete And Strong. "the Trick Is In What One Emphasizes," He Said. "we Either Make Ourselves Miserable, Or We Make Ourselves Strong. The Amount Of Work Is The Same."

If His Spirit Is Distorted He Should Simply Fix It-purge It, Make It Perfect-because There Is No Other Task In Our Entire Lives Which Is More Worthwhile...to Seek The Perfection Of The Warrior's Spirit Is The Only Task Worthy Of Our Temporariness, Our Manhood.