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A Warrior Must Cultivate The Feeling That He Has Everything Needed For The Extravagant Journey That Is His Life. What Counts For A Warrior Is Being Alive. Life In Itself Is Sufficient, Self-explanatory And Complete. Therefore, One May Say Without Being Presumptuous That The Experience Of Experiences Is Being Alive.

A Warrior, Or Any Man For That Matter, Cannot Possibly Wish He Were Somewhere Else; A Warrior Because He Lives By Challenge, An Ordinary Man Because He Doesn't Know Where His Death Is Going To Find Him.

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.

The Spirit Listens Only When The Speaker Speaks In Gestures. And Gestures Do Not Mean Signs Or Body Movements, But Acts Of True Abandon, Acts Of Largesse, Of Humor. As A Gesture To The Spirit, Warriors Bring Out The Best Of Themselves And Silently Offer It To The Abstract.

To Seek Freedom Is The Only Driving Force I Know. Freedom To Fly Off Into That Infinity Out There. Freedom To Dissolve; To Lift Off; To Be Like The Flame Of A Candle, Which, In Spite Of Being Up Against The Light Of A Billion Stars, Remains Intact, Because It Never Pretended To Be More Than What It Is: A Mere Candle.