A man meets a guru in the road. The man asks the guru, "which way is
success?"
The bearded sage speaks not but points to a place off in the
distance.
The man, thrilled by the prospect of quick and easy success, rushes off in
the appropriate direction. Suddenly, there comes a loud "splat."
Eventually, the man limps back, tattered and stunned, assuming he must have
misinterpreted the message. He repeats his question to the guru, who again
points silently in the same direction.
The man obediently walks off once more. This time the splat is deafening,
and when the man crawls back, he is bloody, broken, tattered, and irate. "I
asked you which way is success," he screams at the guru. "I followed the
direction you indicated. And all I got was splatted! No more of this
pointing! Talk!"
Only then does the guru speak, and what he says is this: "Success is that
way. Just a little past splat."