At an early age - 10 young souls walked up from the foot of a mountain into the brush and meditated on the mountain and all it had to offer. These spiritual adventures were still fresh enough in the face that the townspeople called them The Children of the Mountain.
Not to long after, a group of travelling merchants come to the village one morning and asked about what wisdom the town could offer - all the people pointed to the mountain - and the merchants traveled there. They climbed up to speak with the children of the mountain. "What wisdom can the mountain give you?" asked the merchants. " There is much the mountain can offer on food and covering from the storm - but beware, there are beasts that linger to hunt you - Safety is a balance" replied the young men. The merchants were satisfied and went on their way.
A score of years had passed and the children of the mountain grew to become men and in that time moved up the mountain to the rocky places. One day a band of wanderers came to the village and in a night of revelry heard stories about The Men of the Mountain. The next day the wanderers took foot to climb to the middle of the mountain and asked the men what wisdom they could teach. "The mountain has caves that are warm like the womb to keep you safe from the beasts - but food is scarce here - Comfort is a balance."
Another score of years passed and the men continued up the mountain to the peak. As night fell one clear evening a sojourner came to village hearing rumor of wisdom in the town. The villagers now nearly half of which were another generation pointed the sojourner to The Elders of the Mountain. After a long and treacherous climb - the sorjourner came upon a group of hoary-headed men, and inquired of them to tell him of what they learned. "From the mountain we can see all the happens. The old small voice of the eldest came through the wind. "The mountain gives us perspective - but the mountain is also cold and will be our grave - eternal rest is given by the mountain - for on the mountain - Understanding is a balance."
Now across the land are the offspring of the merchants that extol to everyone they meet, the praises of the children from the grassy fruit giving mountain chanting "Safety is the balance." They chant this daily to remind themselves that they are not the same as the children of the wanderers, who worship the men of the cavernous mountain and chant "Comfort is a balance" to all of the world. The disciples of the sorjourner are different, in that they aspire to teach others to live their lives as the elders of the mountain, chanting "Understanding is a balance".
Meanwhile - far away and cast off - live the children of the villagers: who remind each other that they give thanks to the mountain that was there before they were; the Mountain of the children, the Mountain of the men and the Mountain of the elders.
Yogi - Devotee