A small boy stood against the face of a mountain
Seeing the other children hoist hills and hurl them great distances, he dreamed of hoisting the mountain
Each day he set his hands under the mountain and attempted to lift
Each day the children laughed at him as the mountain consumed him and flung him back
Each day he acquired a new scar, broadcasting his failure
With his failure fresh and his rage uncontrollable, he charged the mountain
The mountain only flung the boy longer, and the children only laughed harder
Totally dumbfounded, the only thing he could do was respect the mountain
Every day he studied it
Every day he reflected on it
Every day he tended to it
And now engulfed in serenity he approached it
The boy greeted the mountain as his hands assumed the position of familiar failure
And with perfect form the man hoisted the mountain and hurled it to the ends of the world
The children were dumbfounded
Seeing his achievement, they all charged blindly into the mountains
The man chuckled lightly as he walked away