The monk stares into the horizon. All he can see is air, clouds, that grey line between heaven and earth. The meeting point between the physical and metaphysical.
He wonders, why the world seem so small in the valleys below, why is it here that he feels most powerful?
He just got back from the valley, not victorious, not defeated by others, it was he who declared his own defeat.
Sitting there contemplating the events of before, revising strategy, learning, imagining.
The question is not is he ready for the world?, but is the world ready for him?