In the vast deserts of thought, I stand, A Mentat's mind, both sharp and grand. With eyes closed, in silence profound, I utter the mantra, where wisdom is found. "Let not the sands of bias blind, Nor foes' snares catch me confined. In the labyrinth of my own design, Seek I the path, clear and fine. Critical thought, my guiding star, System thinking, from near to far. Forecasting futures, foresight's gleam, In patterns and numbers, do I dream. A listener skilled, with mind serene, Absorbing words, and what they mean. Explaining ideas with clarity's light, Sharing knowledge, dispelling night. So I walk the dunes, with caution tread, Avoiding traps, both known and dread. A Mentat's prayer, in silence cast, For a mind unclouded, vast."
