“Patience” spoke the stern traveller, “these rocks have taken many greater than you, and avoided many a coward.” “Step lightly and you may see the very summit you came all this way for.” To what end would the sure footing upon these stones bring? From the summit would one take flight? As if the breeze brought the lightness of a journey well-kept, a journey to which one’s shoulders may ease. “They topple with hesitation” he spoke. “That which bears upon you, leads to break the path that you have found to satiate it. Let it rest, cast it aside, for it serves the past now. The way forward is hidden by the smoke of your expectations, and that is formed from the fire of your ego. That which has carried you so far, seeks to turn away when it is realised of its end.” They sat still for the moment; the path was so clear and still was where they remained. The view was enough right here, yes? More would merely be pushing it. The traveller leapt from stone to stone, rock to rock, and did so with grace, he had done it before. How? “Patience. It all folds in upon itself forever and that. That is the beauty of it all.”

So one sat down, and began to meditate.

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