The teachings of Buddha under a bad moon

[Sepia]

We are at war. We have always been at war but the war hasn't always been as dull as this. There has always been strife, campaigns and crusades making the rounds, we have always won or lost battles but the columns of history have always survived the grand war itself. We are at war in our homes, we are at war in our love, we are at war in our hate and we believe still that there is a war going on inside our minds, our heads, hearts and souls the battlefield where the fall of Sammael rages on in an eternal instant, the war with good on one side and evil on the other will rage on forever as we try to define who we ourselves are.

The new Buddha teaches us that war is inevitable but also war must be revolutionized, tactics and strategies must be changed. From the echoes of Créchy and Thermopylae to the screams still heard in the killing fields in Cambodia, war must be revised. In Neil Gaimans vision of the marvel universe in 1602, that incarnation of Charles Xavier proclaims omnia mutantur, everything changes.
The new Buddha teaches us that if we are to conquer our enemies we must throw away our traditions, we must make a bonfire of every idea and concept that didn't work in this life, we must begin anew. As the new Buddha put it, "We will make friends with them and we will be so good friends with them that they will beg us to leave them alone."

It is a path of war only made possible with passion, with the essence of patos and the desire for schadenfreude. It carries with it many nooks and crooked veins and for everyone to believe in the charade, you must believe in it yourself, you must put your thoughts into action, leaving nothing in a translation to be lost. You must believe in this illusion of friendship, you must believe that it is not an illusion of friendship but the warmth of friendship one feels to one another in profundity. You will have to become devious, dirty and like the games of love often played between lovers that would never be star-cross'd, you must know that it is a game as much as it isn't a game, you must know that you play with invisible cards and translucent motives.

You have to be your own cell, made up of the angels and demons that ponder and wage war inside yourself. Take off your armor for it brings you only weakness as it lulls you into a false illusion of godhood. You are not invulnerable and you should not strive to be, you should strive and yearn for the opposite, you should go into the war without a fear of death as much as you do not fear life, illumination will be found in the twilight intersection, there, where everything that had a meaning to your intellect is cast away and you awaken the ancient beast, the monster in the cave and like the lance of Longinus, its name was always Love and Vengeance.

Initiation will both end and begin as the assassins trail you, for you will understand war as they understood war. Each of them will have one dagger and each of them will cut once in your flesh. In broad daylight they will be found, all with equal blood upon their hands and clothes and an echo will be heard in the halls where you died and you will have said it with all the love in the world, no more defenses, no more barriers to be broken, pure unconditional love as you will have smiled with joy in your heart, saying Even you, Brutus?

[Kai]

Sounds like the Buddha you speak off is across between Machiavelli and Robert Greene.