There once was a mountain (or more accurately "there is a mountain"). And there were several paths up that mountain, paths initially steep, challenging, better to negotiate with the help of others, but gradually becoming less steep, smoother. Paths leading to meadows on the mountain top. And a man, uncomfortable down below, stood by and asked his friends, "Why can I not go up any of these paths?" They replied, "You can. Let us help you!" But the man said, "I'm different. Can't you see. I'm different! I can't go on any of those paths. But I'm miserable where I am. That's just the way it is."
The friends are there. They will always be there. Holding out their hands to help. But it takes two to make a handshake.
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