The simplest thing I do... may very well mean my death. Death is stalking me. Therefore I have no room for doubts or remorse...In a world where death is the hunter...there is not time for regrets or doubts. There is only time for decisions.
To assume responsibility of one's decisions means that one is ready to die for them.
It doesn't matter what the decision is. Nothing could be more or less serious than anything else... In a world where death is the hunter there are no small or big decisions. There are only decisions that we make in the face of our inevitable death.
A warrior thinks of his own death when things become unclear... The idea of death is the only thing that tempers our spirit.
A warrior does not abandon himself to anything, not even his death.
And ask advice from your death. An immense amount of pettiness is dropped if your death makes a gesture to you, or if you catch a glimpse of it, or if you just have the feeling that your companion is there watching you.
Death is the only wise adviser we have. Whenever you feel...that everything is going wrong and you are about to be annihilated, turn to your death and ask if that is so. Your death will tell you that you're wrong, that nothing really matters outside its touch. Your death will tell you "I haven't touched you yet".
Focus your attention on the link between you and your death, without remorse, or sadness, or worrying. Focus your attention on the fact that you don't have time and let your acts flow accordingly. Let each of your acts be your last battle on earth. Only under those conditions will your acts have their rightful power. Otherwise, they will be for as long as you live the acts of a timid man...there is no time for timidity...it makes you cling to something that exists only in your thoughts. It soothes you while everything is at a lull, but then the awesome, mysterious world will open its mouth for you, as it will open for everyone of us, and then you will realize that your sure ways were not sure at all. Being timid prevents us from examining and exploiting our lot as men.
Most people move from act to act without any struggle or thought. A hunter, on the contrary, assesses every act; and since he has an intimate knowledge of his death, he proceeds judiciously, as if every act were his last battle. Only a fool would fail to notice the advantage a hunter has over his fellow men. A hunter gives his last battle its due respect. It's only natural that his last act on earth should be the best of himself. It's pleasurable that way. It dulls the edge of his fright.
A sorcerer asks the question "If we're going to die with the totality of ourselves, why not, then, live with that totality?"