Purity is cried by those who follow. Leading is putting your soul on the line, so others may have the freedom to ponder theirs.
A Mongol without a horse is like a hawk without wings. The bodies of those mighty mares may burn in the fire below, but their noble souls look down on each and every one of you from the Eternal Blue Sky above. They look down, and they demand their sacrifice was not in vain. Ride down there and prove it!