the wise masters wisdom

As a young adventurer I visited the Himalayas and I heard of a long and beautiful hike at the end of which I could meet a wise master. The journey was as rewarding as it was a challenge, and at the end I found a little old man with a long beard and a handmade cane in a cave. I waved to him, and he beckoned for me to come. "I am the wise master." He said. "If you ask me for my wisdom, I will hit you with this stick. If you do not ask me for my wisdom, I will hit you with this stick." I thought about this for a moment. "Well, wise Master. I hiked all this way, and either way you will hit me with the stick - so I might as well learn your wisdom." Wise master smiled, took the stick, and gave me a hard whap on the head. "The answer is to take the stick away, idiot." He said. "That is my wisdom, go away."