There was a young archer who was winning competition after competition. Riding high on success he challenged the old master to a test of skills.
The young archer let the first arrow loose and it landed dead center of the bullseye. The second found its way home too.
The master smiled nodding his head slowly. "Impressive. Let's take a walk," he said as he headed towards the nearby mountain.
Up they climbed all afternoon. The master said nothing. The young challenger grew more curious.
Dead center of a tiny knot in the trunk.
The challenger looked at how far he would fall if he made a single mistake with his footing, and knew he wouldn't even walk out on the log let alone shoot the arrow.