"Shh, take a moment and just listen to the wind blow in the trees. Listen to the birds singing and the crickets chirping. Just take a moment to listen to the world being the world."

"Somethimes you have to let piece into your mind and slow your thoughts. You have to relax if you want to be well rested for the future."

"I know that it may not seem important but take it from someone that has experience in the field, it is more valuebal then knowldge has words for."

"Just sit back and be child, just sit back and be. Now tell me, does that feel good? No stress or fatgue, just piece of mind and body."

"This reminds me of some monks that I knew back in the day. Would you like to here about them."

I met them in the mountians of china. They lived in a monistery and were didicated to the prosuit of knowledge. If you have a hard time imagineing that then just think of a librarian that can rip your head off and go from there. They spent their days practicing with their bodies and then spent the nights honing their minds to a razors edge. I learned to call them friends.

When I went to see them was after '...', it was after war. How I hate that word. I had jsut returned home from the fighting and the bloodshed to find myself hated for surviving the battles. I was sick of it and decided to head off to a place where I could find piece. I spent 1 1/2 years searching for it and then I found their monestary.

They saw someone haggred by time and battle. Yet they did not hesitate to offer me food. They treated me like a guest and I behaved like one. I showed them the proper respect that they had earned. I have never in my entire life before or sense met anyone more at piece with themselves. They helped me to find my humanity after fighting in the sky for so long.

When a celebration of the new year came we all got together and told stories of our lives. They asked me to tell a storie that would make them laugh and I told them of my rambunchus youth. A few said that they wished they could have traded places with me and I asked why they could not see the world nowdays.

It was ten years later that I found out the effects of my careless words. The monks of the tempel would go out into the world and try and show them piece. In exchange they got the pleasure of seeing the world. I had unknowling started what would become a tradition among the monestary.

To see what is out there and bring back your story would become a staple of their beliefs.