THE MASTER

PUMPKIN The master was lost in thought when a woman's voice interrupted his ruminations. "O Venerable One, how are you?" She was the daughter of one of his students from many years ago. "I am fine, young lady. How is your mother?" "She is fine. She says that you were her favorite teacher." "She was certainly one of my favorite students." The mother had a bohemian nature. She wrote poetry and played the guitar. A free spirit with a love for Portuguese and born into wealth, she would travel to the most exotic locales: Brazil, Cape Verde, Angola, Macau, Goa. "I was remembering my Pumpkin," she confessed one day when they were eating in the academy's cafeteria. "Pumpkin?" replied the master, slightly confused. "He was my boyfriend." "And why did you call him Pumpkin?" "I know that it is a cliché that lovers often use to address each other, but calling him Pu...

THE PATH The master was walking around a pond when he remembered the words of a master from his youth: "When you accept that you know nothing and that the little bit you think you know is only making you more ignorant, then you have finally embarked on the path that leads to knowledge." PUMPKIN The master was walking down the street lost in thought when a woman's voice interrupted his ruminations. "O Venerable One, how are you?" She was the daughter of one of his students from many years ago.  "I am fine, young lady. How is your mother?" "She is fine. She says that you were her favorite teacher." "She was certainly one of my favorite students." The mother had a bohemian nature. She wrote poetry and played the guitar. A free spirit with a love of Portuguese and born into wealth, she would travel to the most exotic locales: Brazil, Cape Verde, Angol...