Pupil

What do you want?
Your council, master.
Very well, two questions. Think very deeply and ask me in 30 minutes.

Have you decided, boy?
Yes master.
Let's have it then!

Master when will I be finished?
You petty young fool. You ask for the end as though you have even begun. You would sit there with resounding immaturity and the stink of adolecense to question when this will end? Would you like to teach your own life course? Do you feel as though you could now lead me further than I have led you? Do you know where you are headed next? You would question where I am taking you when the only moment of direction you have had in your life led you here. What do you wish to do with your freedom? Have you solved what the purpose of your existence is? Are you waisting time and being held back by these teachings and this training from a different and more important life path? You would sit there on your rug as though it sits as high as my stool to tell me what the air ought to smell like up here. Have you any idea how narrow minded you are to ask for the end? Do you think a forfeit is not a loss? If I told you today is your last here, would you feel suddenly fulfilled? Would you have felt any more graduated than you did yesterday when you were failing? How can you fail and ask for it to be over? What was the reason for your failures if not to pass? You would ask your master to leave from this place a failure? What is your next question?

Master, do you love me?
Very much so.