FICTITIOUS NON-FICTION. For recreational use only. This book isn't for me, I wrote it for my Daughter. These words have already been said, this is just a different way of saying them. This book isn't even really about me at all, it's about everyone. It's not about my opinion, my reality or my happiness or my truth. It's echoes of every soul that has ever lived. This is the most accurate description of the reality we are all making for ourselves. As we are all complacent in the destruction of the ones we say we love. And we are relishing in it. I couldn't figure out what love was. I kept allowing others to hurt me, to betray me, I couldn't figure out why what I thought meant love others didn't. It made no sense to me, so I had to make sense of it. I had to figure out why the Spartans were so confident in dying on their feet. I had to work out why the Samurai was content with falling on their sword. I now know that any man that knows this truth is unbeatable. They do not surrender. They cannot be broken. They are immortal in their pursuit for perfection. For it is not the pursuit of happiness we should be occupied by, this is a falsehood purported by ego; who the fck are we to deserve happiness, be satisfied with peace. We should strive to be warrior priests wanting not for mercy but relishing in the fight. For they all now hold the knowledge of the unknowable, and they all met their maker with no fear, no hatred and with open eyes. Their blood is your blood too. Go make them fkn proud. It's a fkn long story. It's about the destruction of innocence. It's about the destruction of ignorance. It's about the acceptance of hatred. It's about the acceptance of fear. It's about forgiveness. It's about peace. It's about destiny. It's about truth. It's about gratitude. It's about faith. It's about God. It's about love. It's about me. It's about you. DO NOT FKN READ THIS.