Ikora Rey — Meditation

"Time to meditate once again. It may seem repetitive, but ritual is essential. I learned that when I was studying under Osiris.

"Osiris has always had his head in the clouds. Cosmic priorities, galactic concerns, universal woes. When he was driven out of the City, one of the major complaints lodged against him was his absence. The people of this City did not see his contribution, didn't think he was worth the trouble of the zealots that gathered round him.

"I like to think I got a glimpse of the real Osiris. The Osiris that could never lead a cult of personality. The Osiris who eats, breathes, and sleeps, however seldom." Ikora cracks a smile.

"There was one thing Osiris never failed to do day in, day out. With careful precision, he prepared himself a cup of tea at exactly the same time, in exactly the same manner. I'm certain that a man who so dutifully observed this tradition could never have lost his head in the clouds.

"Don't lose sight of the here and now, Guardian. The future can't exist without it."