“How stupid can I be? Set my geocache filter to find only first-to-finds, terrain and difficulty of 5/5, and caches that have never been attempted…and look at the mess I’m in. The cache wasn't at the posted coordinates and now I don't think that they are in this place either.”
Carrying a backload of ropes, carabineers, and freeze-dried ice cream, the geocacher continues his trek up the side of this forgotten 20,000 foot peak in the midst of the Himalayas. Hand over hand he continues until his head breaks through the last cloud and his GPSr points to the middle of a beautiful grassy knoll illuminated by a single sunbeam. In the middle of the heavenly light sits a circle of bearded monks, each half smiling as if they had expected this man’s appearance.
Perplexed, but undaunted, the man stepped up to the unlikely group. “Dear sirs, I have come a very long way…I have reached my physical limit…I am exhausted…but I am looking for something…I am looking for…”
Before he could finish his sentence, one of the monks said “We know what you are looking for…you are looking for what everyone looks for…you are looking for the eternal truth.” Before the geocacher could say that he was just looking for some Tupperware using this random list of numbers he printed from the website,
each of the monks in turn began to give him the advice that each had probably pondered for endless years.
Monk #1 – “Forever have the intellects, the brutes, the poets, and the dreamers tried to find truth…to find truth, get rid of the scholars…just get rid of the wise and work with the rest.”
Monk #2 – “Searching for truth, adventurers have climbed the highest mountains, flown through the clouds like eagles, suffered the heat of the endless deserts…yet they forget from where life has come…you must look beneath the seas!”
Monk #3 – The most weary of the monks just sobbed and shook his withered head “No use…to find the truth…its just no use…” His mumblings trailed into nothingness.
Monk #4 – “The secret to finding truth is not in the taking. Never take from the Earth…the seeker always gives back what they borrow…things are transitory, not for the holding…give back all...the finder of the truth is the one that never owes…never owes.”
Monk #5 – The grimmest of the monks said “Truth is in abstinence. Resist temptation, be it pleasures of the mind or of the flesh. Truth can only be found when ignoring those birds and bees…there is no other way.”
Monk #6 – “Truth is in the face of every person. Open your mind, and look into the countenance of mankind. But be wary, truth is not found in their words. Truth cannot be found from their appearance. Look into their soul, behind the eyes, and deep into the soul.”
Monk #7 – Bursting from the group was the wild haired monk who started yelling “No …geeze….no…!!!” and before he could say another word, he lapsed into a catatonic state, stared confused, paused, and slowly walked back to his spot.
Monk #8 – “Truth is found only through constant struggle. The mind opens after inner conflicts and their resolutions. Peace is a deception…you’ll find truth when there is no peace.”
The original monk said “It is now time for you to leave. We have told you all we know. Go in peace and find your truth.” The monks gave the cacher another parchment filled with letters,turned and walked into the suddenly forming fog.
Glancing at the parchment, the cacher took a deep breath and began the descent. “Truth?...I just wanted a smiley.”