I have seen masters of Fire and masters of Ice,
But I have yet to see a master of the Mind.
It longs, lauds, and loves
While it dreams, devours, and decimates.
It turns children into adults and adults into children.
It lifts a hand in prosperity while the other lifts a sword.
It thinks a thousand thoughts without burying the burden.
It masters the thought without mastering the word.
It defies defeat with vengeful victory
As it practices its way into purgatory.
I myself do not desire the deeds that it conspires,
For it is most dangerous when it - is not.
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