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.