"O venerable master," implored the seeker, "share with me your wisdom to navigate life's intricate journey."

The elder monk, with eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of centuries, offered a cryptic yet enigmatic smile but remained silent.

Puzzled by the monk's silence, the seeker descended the mountain, contemplating the potential wisdom behind the unspoken words.

Days turned to weeks as he mulled over the monk's inscrutable demeanor. It was in a moment of discomfort, besieged by an irritating itch one night, that the seeker remembered the monk's unwavering silence.

Resisting the urge to scratch, the seeker endured until morning. To his astonishment, the itch had vanished entirely, leaving him in a state of wonder.

Realization dawned upon him. The elder monk's unspoken lesson had unfolded—endurance through discomfort often leads to eventual relief. Patience and endurance through discomfort lead to eventual tranquility and relief.

Filled with newfound understanding, the seeker returned to the monastery, seeking closure. "Master," he humbly addressed the elder monk, "your silence has spoken volumes. Please, enlighten me with your final counsel."

With a serene nod, the elder monk spoke with calm assurance, "In life's journey, remember: go to bed with itchy bottom, wake up with smelly finger."