I heard that at the age of 4, he went up to mount Fuji bringing only his trusty Cherry MX blues. One month later he came down from the mountain and did not even need to use his hands anymore, for he had learned to type with his mind.
upon his return, the villagers looked upon him with amazement, for he had been gone 19 years and most had assumed that surely he must be dead. yet here he was, alive and smiling, with one keyboard tucked under each arm. under his left was the cherry mx blues he had brought with him, aged somewhat, but no worse for the wear. under his right was another keyboard, one which they had never beheld.
they asked him what he had discovered in his long pilgrimage, and he responded simply,
"oneness with cup rubber"
