As I sit here and meditate I think on what my master told me.
Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way around or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves.
Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.bq).
For the longest time I felt as if being the Drunken Fist was what he meant. Now I think different.
Events are changing.
Chaos and decay infect this world. The balance my order preached, is no longer in balance.
I remain true to myself, but I am now the water.
Mesha granted me an insight that I lacked.
That insight is the world is rotting. Orcs rule Irecia. Evil festers the soil. No one seems able or willing to do what is necessary to fight this.
Talk. Talk. Talk. That is what they choose to do.
Those who should lead, lead for their own glory.
Those who preach their faith, do so for their own glory.
Mesha is a goddess, this I know. What I do not know are her intentions.
The land is rotting. Chaos and doom abounds.
I will be the water. I will be the Righteous Fist.