The whole world, made by the Creator, is my altar.
And I need no human telling me otherwise.
I'm not telling you, Christ is telling you.
Christ tells me you're wrong.
�Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn't even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.�
