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Storytime at the Crash.

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Tang slept late on the cloud room floor.

When he awoke, he didn't know where he was.

His cloud must have gotten blown off course in the night.

Tang dropped his anchor. He dropped his ladder. He climbed down to investigate.

Tang stepped down onto the top of a very high mountain.

Nearby, on the top of the very high mountain, sat a small man in a cave.

Tang waved to the man. "Excuse me," He began "Can you tell me where I am?"

The man did not look at Tang, but held up one hand. The man said "Yes."

Tang asked "Ok, where am I?" The man did not look at Tang, but held up the same hand. "You are right there, in front of me." He offered, helpfully.

"I know that." Said Tang, maintaining his cheerful demeanor. "But where, specifically, is here in relation to everything else?"

The man still did not look at Tang. "The questions you ask are meaningless." His hand wavered in the air. "But I think I understand what you wish to know."

"You are at," The man continued, dropping his hand and fixing his gaze on Tang now. "At the top of a very high mountain."

"Thank you, O wise one." Tang bowed to the man and returned to his ladder.

"May mind accomplish all desires." Said the man as Tang ascended to his cloud.