After reaching the summit, I sat down with the old master. His eyes never met mine, as he was deep in meditation. We sat in silence for over an hour. My thoughts centered on the formats. I saw both success and failure, triumph and defeat. I focused my chi on the formats, in an attempt to become One. Then, in a language that could only vaguely be described as English, he spoke: "Yehuuuu, ahrrr nut rehhdy." And so, I left. As I descended from the mountain top, I heard this song on the wind.