Young Kwai Chang Caine: I loved him.
Master Kahn: He was my master.
Young KCC: How did you know where he was?
Kahn: There could be only one place for him. His favorite path in the foothills. We found Master Son's body, in a comfortable position. His back resting against the boulder. Staring down at our valley. His face glistened in the frost. But his lips were black, from the poison of the wild berries.
Young KCC: Everyone loved him. Why did he take his own life? (Master clasps his hands together.) Yin and Yang?!
Kahn: The Yes and the No. In him, the No conquered.
Young KCC: But I sensed that he was in harmony.
Kahn: Perhaps he looked into our valley, knowing that soon he would have to leave it. But instead of the beauty we observe, he saw ugliness.
Young KCC: How is that possible?
Kahn: He looked with his eyes. As we look with ours.
RIP
David Carradine
... Journey from My Mind to Yours...
