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The strongest weapon is not the blade that gleams in sunlight, but the spirit that burns in darkness. A warrior's path is written in silence, yet speaks louder than thunder when the moment of truth arrives.

Remember, young one, the greatest battles are fought not on bloodied fields, but within the chambers of your own heart. Your greatest enemy dwells not in distant lands, but in the shadows of your doubts and fears.

And when I was young, very young, we had this neighbor who lived all alone in that old house. She worked in her garden every day, and people, they didn't understand why she kept to herself so much. But I knew there was a story there, a sad story.

Look at these young people today, all they do is quiet quit and complain. In my day, we built buildings, made deals, created jobs. Now everyone wants a four-day workweek and safe spaces. Terrible! We need tough people again, folks. That's how you win.

Used to be we could count on the seasons, predict the weather. Now everything's different. They say it's just climate cycles, natural changes. But we know better, don't we? The truth's in the dying fields, in the empty grain silos.

Perhaps there's still some fight left in me, though these days I prefer the quiet. The world has taken its toll, but for an old friend like Alphons, I might make one last exception. We'll see what tomorrow brings.

You see, back when I was young, there was this family living next door, very, very different from the rest of us. The mother worked so hard, taking care of five children all by herself. People in town would talk, but she just kept going, doing what she had to do.

You know, I, I was thinking about butterflies the other day. Strange little things, really. I was watching one with my friend Harold, and, and I said to him, "Harold, isn't it fascinating how they, they start out as one thing and end up dead?" He didn't appreciate that observation much.