Day turned to night and night to day. And still he sat upon the mountain.
"What does he hope to discover?" thought the angel who sat by his side, unseen by the man.
"Does he know that there are endless endings?"
"Does he know that he is master of his own fate?"
"Does he think the answer will show itself to him in some sort of magical way?"
The man sighed and the angel relaxed and looked out to the horizon where the man was staring.
"Dear God," spoke the man. The angel said Amen and turned to the man to hear what he was going to say to God.
"I am only a man," he paused and cleared his throat. "I thought that what I was doing was right and so I continued to do it. And now I am suddenly older and I am no longer sure. I thought I had all the answers to all the questions. But now I have questions for which my usual method of finding answers doesn't work. My patterns are so tightly formed. I don't know how to get beyond this point. I am asking for something from you."
The angel nodded his head. "Good," he thought, "This man really does know the answers; time will help him to see. Time, faith and truth."
The angel wrapped his wing around the man and the man felt its warmth. And a gentle thought entered his mind, "Follow your heart. Wherever it takes you is the right place."
And the sun broke through the clouds and the man left the mountain.