Walking back home a few days ago, I summoned another Storm of Change. Incredible how the world is thin, how superstitions play such a big role in our lives.
I feel strangely powerful for being able to harness the Winds of Change, of being able to make the world move on.
Trust your guns.
I evoke again the Gunslingers Creed. It may sound a bit dark, as I am in a bit of a dark mood (I'm reading the last book, and it's got some creepy parts), but be assured, It shows only my determination.
"I do not aim with my hand,
He who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father;
I aim with my eye.
I do not shoot with my gun,
He who shoots with his gun has forgotten the face of his father;
I shoot with my mind.
I do not kill with my gun,
He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father;
I kill with my heart."
I haven't forgotten your face, Father.
And the world is moving on.