They taught him how to focus, how to let his chaotic stream of thoughts move like the water, letting them tumble, twist and turn, bubbling and twisting. They jerked and twirled like the path of the air under the flapping of strong feathers. It served him well over the centuries, and whenever he found himself getting lost, when he found his mind starting to scatter and run away with him, he would sit, breathe, chase after thoughts like a kitten after butterflies, herding them back into a solid group and let them start flowing in cohesion once more.
