I cannot imagine life without struggle. From the time that I began to be cognizant of myself as a being composed of actions, thoughts, choices, and principles, I have fought against those things I regarded as antithetical to my constitution, and when I could not find such antitheses, I fought myself.
I cannot live here. If I become a part of this system which is responsible for so much that I abhor, I will lose that warlike part of my soul from which stems my fire and my birth.
This does not change my mission. The slugging match with this art must continue—it is the only thing that hurts and beckons me so relentlessly.
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