Prologue (1/2)

Prologue

[Originally translated by metwin1]

Is the horizon far away?

Not at all!

Man is at the horizon, how can the horizon be far away?

What colour is the bright moon?

It is blue; and like the ocean, blue, deep and sorrowful.

Where is the bright moon?

It is in his heart; his heart is the bright moon.

What about his sabre?

His sabre is in his hand!

What kind of blade is that?

His sabre is as broad and as lonely as the horizon, as pure and sorrowful as the bright moon; even with a flash of steel, some times it is as if it is empty.

Empty?