I'd like to be a story. Of a monk on the path. And during one particular lifetime, he felt a tremor in his heart. And he came down from the mountains. And stayed. Learning over and over what he already had learned. When he was done, he decided to head back up the mountain. But he couldn't. His heart still shook. It grew and it beat. He learned that he hadn't learned anything. And the mountain path had disappeared. As did the mountain. Meh, now what?