I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth thou art not my abyss!
To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where...
Wushu is a move in Chinese a physical move. An attack. Wushu is like an art.
There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.
