For the Warrior of the Light, there are no abstractions.

The Superclass tries to promote its values. Ordinary people complain of divine injustice, they envy power, and it pains them to see others having fun. They don’t understand that no one is having fun, that everyone is worried and insecure, and that what the jewels, cars, and fat wallets conceal is a huge inferiority complex.

The Warrior does not worry that, to others, his behavior might seem quite mad.

Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them.

His way isn't the same as mine, nor mine as his. But we're both in search of our destinies, and I respect him for that.

When you possess great treasures within you and try to tell others of them, seldom are you believed.

And with the passing years, what had once seemed like a miracle or the luckiest of chances and which he had always promised himself he would never become enslaved by, has gradually become his sole reason to go on living.