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We all have traditions that make our knives truly ours. Whether it be being bitten by it or customizing it or sleeping with it under your pillow (mine), everyone has a way of claiming his or her knife.
After all, this is my knife. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My knife is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My knife, without me, is useless. Without my knife, I am useless. I must use my knife true. My knife is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its blade and its scales. I will keep my knife clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...Before God, I swear this creed.
After all, this is my knife. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My knife is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My knife, without me, is useless. Without my knife, I am useless. I must use my knife true. My knife is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its blade and its scales. I will keep my knife clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...Before God, I swear this creed.