For a human being, sadness is as powerful as terror. Sadness makes a warrior shed tears of blood.

In the universe there is an immeasurable, indescribable force which shamens call intent, and absolutely everything that exists in the entire cosmos is attached to intent by a connecting link.

Within these premises, the only thing one can be is an impeccable mediator. One is not the player in this cosmic match of chess, one is simply a pawn on the chessboard. What decides everything is a conscious impersonal energy that sorcerers call intent or the Spirit.

Human beings are on a journey of awareness, which has momentarily been interrupted by extraneous forces.

Heightened awareness is a mystery only for a reason.

Only the idea of death makes a warrior sufficiently detached so that he is capable of abandoning himself to anything. He knows his death is stalking him and won't give him time to cling to anything so he tries, without craving, all of everything.

Nothing in this world is a gift. Whatever must be learned must be learned the hard way.