Having fulfilled his stage of narrowness, the warrior opens his eyes...

Having fulfilled his stage of narrowness, the warrior opens his eyes and faces with fear the overwhelming mystery that has always ruled him with misery and pain. Why the indifference of life as it passes, the cruelty of death as it arrives? Why a road of stones, a sky of hail, a darkness of lead?

Digging his gaze out of its ostrich hideout, the warrior ventures on a splendid journey in which he narrows that gaze to discover that the nature of his suffering was merely the work of his own self-pity, of his laziness to wake up, of his refusal to walk, of his selfishness in thinking.

Observing, correcting and refining his feeling and his actions, the warrior rises, eagerly embracing the astonishing mystery that has always caressed him with strength and tenderness. Why not wield the sword of peace in the midst of that infinity which meekly obeys his sacred will? Why not devote every instant to melting into that light which gives him existence, the chance to grow, to shout and to vibrate?

Asking for nothing anymore, the warrior exclaims: Thank you!