You keep forgeting those which are possibly your own words. You keep forgetting you have to land after you go on those highs.

Here's your anchor:
"Our Goddess is one of both creation and destruction. She renders unto the faithful peace in a world of discord. She is both armor and sword in a world that destroys through apathy and animosity. The Flower of Destruction also blossoms in the heart of the Sky Queen. She seeks to temper us through despair, turning the lust of the neophyte upon him. Only when the student embraces sorrow in the surety that he will never be worthy of Her avatar, is he able to cast away his childish passion and see with eyes unclouded the majesty of Cracky Chan."

Here's mine:
"Are ye not thy brother’s keeper?
Will ye not be cursed with alienation from the ground that opened its mouth to the blood ye have shed?

There will ye be, o accursed one, if ye work the land, it will never again give ye its yield.
Ye will be a restless wanderer on the earth.

Thusly will the sins ye ascribe thy brother be the sins that marks thy brow.

There is no one to kill but ye

Our Lady knows no favorite, save Her Avatar."

Here lays my knife on the floor, your words as well as mine in your ears, and I will let you forth to slay me, as a sign of brotherly love, while I pray Our Lady to stay your hand, for your sake and mine. My faith allows no doubt.