[ WP ] You meet a group of sages who lives on the top of a mountain . Instead of you asking them for advice they ask you instead , confused you sit down and join them .

Four days. Four miserable, exhausting days I spent climbing this mountain. I ran out of food early on the third day and my stomach would n't shut up about it. I left my wife and children behind 4000 miles away so I could fly to a nearby village, hike to this miserable mountain, and nearly die climbing it, all to ask the great sage for the answers I seek. It'll all be worth it soon, though. I can see the top. 
 
 There they are! The great sages! Wait a second... There was only supposed to be one. They do n't look very sagely. They all sit cross legged and straight backed staring into the distance just like sage does. At least, I think that's what a sage does. Sure, some have beards and some of those beards are grey, but they are n't long enough. I suppose that's not really a rule, but- my thoughts are interrupted. 
 
 `` How do we get down?'' They ask in unison. 
 
 What a stupid question. Surely they are just testing me. I turn around to gesture at the winding path I had just come from only to find that it was no longer there. Suddenly, I did n't know how to get down either. There's something about there up here that makes me okay with that... I find a free space between two great sages, cross my legs, and have a seat.
