Do not think of winning. Think, rather of not losing.
No man an island, no champion without feet of clay
Prepare within to meet the unexpected, the savage
Yet hold tight
Be like Cerberus on a leather leash.
There is no sharp blade that fails to cut
And few laws that fail to fail or falter.
The mess of conflict not combat..
Leaving any fight as a start and the blood spilt
Or the trouble caused
Simply a first blow of many.