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A man went in search of gold, and walked along a road into the mountains for months, looking for a mine. He crossed rivers, his mind intent on his goal, and cut through passes. Finally, he found a likely place, and mined for twenty years, finding a few small crumbs of gold, which he hoarded closely. He took them back to town, over the river, through the pass, on the long and winding road, until he came to a wealthy merchant in a carriage made entirely of gold. He stopped the merchant: "Where did you find so much gold?" the prospector asked. "I've searched for twenty years, and all I've found are these six small nuggets."

The merchant looked at the man as if he were insane. "Why, didn't you ever look at the road, or into the river, or at the walls of the pass? There's so much gold you could just pick it up like flowers!" And the man looked behind him and saw that it was true: the road sparkled with gold, the river flowed with it, and the pass gleamed in it.