Whenever Someone Dies, A Part

Making Fun Of Anyone Who Seeks Happiness Rather Than Money And Accusing Them Of "lacking Ambition."

We Have To Stop And Be Humble Enough To Understand That There Is Something Called Mystery.

A Warrior Knows That An Angel And A Devil Are Both Competing For His Sword Hand. The Devil Says: "you Will Weaken. You Will Not Know Exactly When. You Are Afraid." The Angel Says: "you Will Weaken. You Will Not Know Exactly When. You Are Afraid." The Warrior Is Surprised. Both The Angel And The Devil Have Said The Same Thing. The Devil Continues: "let Me Help You." And The Angel Says: "i Will Help You." At That Moment The Warrior Understands The Difference. The Words May Be The Same But These Two Allies Are Completely Different. And He Chooses The Angel's Hand.

Love Is, After All, A Curse Of Suffering.

When Desire Is Still In This Pure State, The Man And The Woman Fall In Love With Life, They Live Each Moment Reverently, Consciously, Always Ready To Celebrate The Next Blessing. When People Feel Like This, They Are Not In A Hurry, They Do Not Precipitate Events With Unthinking Actions. They Know That The Inevitable Will Happen, That What Is Real Always Finds A Way Of Revealing Itself. When The Moment Comes, They Do Not Hesitate, They Do Not Miss An Opportunity, They Do Not Let Slip A Single Magic Moment, Because They Respect The Importance Of Each Second.