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nature hates a vaccuum as the saying goes. they human being as a whole is considered warm. our blood, passions, thoughts, emotions... in the blink of an eye as eternity rushes upon us and takes us. what is left in this void. death and the bleak long night. or cold. the absence of the persons physical location in the dimension that is our home.
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It means only one thing, and everything: Cut. Once committed to fight, Cut. Everything else is secondary. Cut. That is your duty, your purpose, your hunger. There is no rule more important, no commitment that overrides that one. Cut. The lines are a portrayal of the dance. Cut from the void, not from bewilderment. Cut the enemy as quickly and directly as possible. Cut with certainty. Cut decisively, resoultely. Cut into his strength. Flow through the gaps in his guard. Cut him. Cut him down utterly. Don't allow him a breath. Crush him. Cut him without mercy to the depth of his spirit. It is the balance to life: death. It is the dance with death. It is the law a war wizard lives by, or he dies.
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