Once upon a time, a man named Turturan sat atop a hill, seeking to balance himself upon a tiny stone, such that he would never tire. As he sat in a meditative trance, seeking, with his foot, to attain balance, a vagabond chanced upon him. The vagabond snorted derisively at the monk's futile efforts & pushed him, gently from the stone.

"Geroff, sonny, lemme show ya how it's done," he growled. The monk, awakened fully, stood back & watched as the vagabond stepped lightly onto the stone, then knelt into a crouch, sitting in perfect balance atop the pebble. The monk watched for hours as the vagabond kept the position & spoke. The vagabond told him, in the end, three things:

Balance is never found sitting in one spot. In order to remain balanced, one must both succeed & fail. Balance is made of everything.

A winner must be rewarded. No reward is too small or too large.