A bird was born. His father said: Good birds do not fly downwards. The boy was eager to soak up this wisdom.
The next day, the boy went to fly towards a mountain. He ascended and ascended and left behind meter after meter.
He arrived at the top and felt fully worthy of his father’s love.
Yet then it dawned upon him that he coult not possibly ever tell his father about it unless he were to fly back down to him again.
He flew back down again. His father was cold towards him. He felt ashamed.
The next day, he had a good idea. He flew back up to the mountain and decided not to fly back down. Instead, he let himself fall down, only to catch himself in the last few meters.
His father looked at him in shame and said: Did I raise a swindler and trickster?
The boy was devastated.
Hours over hours he spent wondering about the riddle’s solution. He desperately wanted to make his father proud.
And then he made the only logical conclusion there was: He was not to return to his father after his flight!
Well, of course, it really was that simple. He was to forever explore the mysterious heights above the mountains, get lost in them and find enlightenment!
Thus, the next day, he for the last time threw a proud and understanding smirk at his father and jolly flew up the mountain and then kept flying up until he exited earth’s atmosphere. And just as he thought he was approaching exaltation, his lungs failed him and he died. His father would be proud of him.