To become really good at anything, you have to practice and repeat, practice and repeat, until the technique becomes intuitive.

Often, warriors find their lives meaningless.

What we see is not always what exists.

And because of our selfishness, we will be condemned to the worst torture humankind ever invented for itself: loneliness.

A warrior knows that the farthest-flung star in the Universe reveals itself in the things around him.

That is why he is a Warrior of the Light, because he has been through all this and yet has never lost hope of being better than he is.

That is the Mongolian creation myth: out of two different natures love is born. In contradiction, love grows in strength. In confrontation and transformation, love is preserved.