The moment that he begins to walk along it, the warrior of light recognises the Path.
Each stone, each bend cries welcome to him. He identifies with the mountains and the streams,
he sees something of his own soul in the plants and the animals and the birds of the field.
Then, accepting the help of God and of God's Signs, he allows his Personal Legend to guide him towards the tasks that life has reserved for him.
On some nights, he has no where to sleep, on others, he suffers from insomnia.
'That's just how it is,' thinks the warrior . 'I was the one who chose to walk this path.'
In these words lies all his power: he chose the path along which he is walking and so has no complaints.