The world is a web, and so are the hearts of men, linked everywhere, their connections impossible to see clearly.
The martial world is the heart of a young man, full of chivalry and valor. First came the red robes, then the red sword.
In the end, youthful passion destroyed the passionate youth, and that white-haired youth finally brought peace to the world.
For the sake of an old friend, one laid down his sword, took up a book, became a sage, and let his ideals fade.
Another brought peace to the world, laid down his book, took up his sword, slew his inner demon, and found joy in the martial world.
In the end, people spend their lives troubled by what they could not attain in youth, only to have a single scene or event resolve a lifetime of confusion.
To watch a game of Go in silence is sorrow enough to bring it to a halt.
To dwell on the past and worry about the future is to let life turn sour.
So what about you? Young one, are you still here?
