I walked up the mountain to find the wise man. I walked past creeks and forests, up rocky inclines and gravelly paths, and at the top of the mountain, I found nothing.
So I walked back, and there, in the creek, sat the wise man. I asked him, "Why are you not on top of the mountain?" "Why would I need to be there," he replied. I said, "because you need isolation for your mind to be free, right?"
The wise man smiled at me. "Young lady, everyone climbs the mountain to find me. The creek is my mountaintop."
I pondered for a moment. I said, "one more thing. If you don't want to be disturbed, how did I find you?"
The wise man smiled again. "Perhaps the creek was your mountaintop, too."