The Legend of the Mmulmmat
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... But, its real origin? Who knows, for it is as uncertain as the moment in which the clans began to use the word man to say person, and forgot that they were daughters and sons of a woman. The exact place? If I knew, you must be as certain as you are of the fact that you were born of a female that I would not tell you.
My race? I forgot it a long time ago... and when I look at myself in the mirror, I only see a human. My name? If I know it someday, remind me to tell you... Lineage, titles...? My lineage is the one that is born and dies with you... my titles were burned with what remained of my pride... Master?! No... do not call me master... for here you will not find anyone so blind and foolish as to call themselves that, or to allow themselves to be so named.
It is simple: if you have shown yourself here to request these teachings, you have to learn to listen, to seek, to be patient and live the path for yourself, for there is no other path than the one you are preparing to walk.
How is our Art? I can only tell you that it is the Way that you never wholly know. Its soft form is the essence of quietness... its strong form is the essence of the osseous... its external way is union with the elements. But its final goal is the knowledge of oneself, the simple and elusive.
But do not worry about time or what I cannot tell you; you must know that in the Way of the wise, one or ten thousand around the sun are nothing. If you wish to know more, prepare yourself, forget your name and what you have learned, live for yourself, travel within, then return and tell me what you have seen...