Funny story: When I moved to India in the 1920s I met with a yogi and he said I had to find my mantra. So I wandered in the mountains, searched through the waist-high snows, braved the vicious Nepalese tigers, drank fermented Gurkha milk, ate Sherpa brains, and stood naked upon the pinnacle of the world before it came to me.
It was: "Baloney."
The yogi said to do it all over again and after seven years in a cave I knew I had it.
"Troy is right" has been guiding my life ever since.