Chamber of reflection (Master Splinter)
My mind is relaxed. Reset the thought process. Start anew. Blank state. Lets see. I acknowledge the fact that I am a giant rat. I surely know how surreal that is. I take myself seriously, of course, but I am also self aware of my condition. It may seem like me and my sons share the exact same origin, but there is something else when it comes to me. Yes. My dear turtles learned from me, but who did I learned from? Beyond martial arts, I was just my master’s pet. I saw him train and fight, he gave me food and water. Sometimes he let me around the dojo. Regardless, I’m missing something, don’t I? How did a rat turn out to be such a conscious being? I am sure of many things, that is unquestionable. But, why am I so sure? I cannot access the answer. It seems like the spirit of mysticism is visiting me. He is knocking at my window, peacefully, asking me politely if he can get in. I let him. I ask him for directions. For wisdom. He looks at me with a genuine smile, but ...