A lone monk stood on a hill, gazing at a temple far away, its golden roof glinting in the sun.
A traveler passing by asked,
“Do you long to reach that temple?”
The monk replied,
“I left it years ago.”
The traveler, confused, said,
“Then why do you still look at it?”
The monk smiled,
“To see how far I’ve come.”
The traveler looked at the temple, then at the monk, and saw neither were moving.
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