The Pinnacle
He steadily climbed the mountain,
though he slid and slipped, but safely
held by the climbing ropes. "Where can I get
the pinnacle of joy?" he asked, his soul really disturbed.
There was a local legend that the mountain had a pinnacle of joy;
if anyone touched it, joy would be absorbed right into the soul!
The mountain top he reached, saw the pinnacle, touched it, but
he remained the same as he was before; memories of recent divorce,
retrenchment, and loss in a bet were still haunting him. That's the moment
he realized that the pinnacle wasn't in a mountain or any mountain, but in his mind...
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