The Golden Mean

The sage came to a structure–a thing he had never seen before–and decided to explore its use.  First he tried clinging to the ceiling, but this was hard and inconvenient.  Second he tried the floor.  Though less difficult, it was still uncomfortable and there were ants.  Rejecting these two extremes, he then spied a table.  Clinging to its underside, from time to time able to rest his buttocks on the ground when his grip grew weak, but able to lift himself off the floor when the ants bothered him and his buttocks grew stiff, the sage was satisfied that he had found the right way to dwell.

And there, clinging to the underside of a table, we leave our virtuous sage.