I'd had fifteen years to think about him. And I realized that it wasn't a matter of the life or death of flesh. What's important to a warrior is the soul...And where it lies.
Where in this world can a sane man be found? We're the same. We're all the same. None of us understands what it means to love all. Or the meaning of life...Or the meaning of death...Or the meaning of our own battles.
You're young. Time is on your side. You'll grow up and I'll grow old. Someday you'll likely beat me. It's only natural. Even the strongest man must die.
A man, slave to gold, holds a whip...And beats the slave he bought with that gold as if to claim HE is the master. He just doesn't see it for himself. Every living human being is a slave to something