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A warrior must see through the fog of war before the first spear is even cast. It is not the strength of the arm, but the sharpness of the mind that decides the fate of kings. We will outlast the darkness and find our way home at last.

Listen while speaking what speaks, you see, the words they flow like games we play. Sometimes meaning comes, sometimes it goes, but that's the way, the way it shows. Just as now, now we know, or do we? The.

Entre les ones hi haurà un camí sempre. Que porti lluny, que porti a tu. Com la lluna que guia els somnis, com el vent que porta els records. Entre les ones hi haurà un camí sempre.

In the middle of the chamber a gateway stood above the red-and-gold carpet, an -opening to somewhere else. He had a brief view of a chamber lined with snowy silken hangings before it vanished, leaving a woman, clad in white and belted in woven silver.

Speaking words like dancing thoughts, you see, we make them flow and flow. Sometimes I think about thinking, then forget what I was thinking for. Just playing games with meanings, that's what we do, yes, that's the way.

Where is when where is how where never knowing through. Who's the light against who's the dark all wondering now. Never been, never seen, never knowing way to flow, while the why becomes the what through endless going show.

Words dancing round and round, we speak them like games that float. Sometimes they make sense, sometimes they don't, but that's the fun of it, isn't it? The way we play, the way we say. The. The. Indeed.

Well, looks like this is it. Funny how death makes everything crystal clear. At least I'll go out with a bang - literally. Hope the explosion takes out enough of them to make this worthwhile. No point saving ammunition now.