How we cross the river is up to us

A man came across a raging river on his journey. The river was fast and furious and he had to cross within the hour. There was a suspended bridge to the far bank but when he looked closely it looked very unsafe. Scooping low across the raging torrent the slats were loose, some were missing and the rope looked frayed. There was a kayak lying on the bank with a pair of paddles and he was pleased. When he got a closer look there were a few holes in the kayak's frame. He looked up and saw that there were some prominent rocks in the river and one could possibly jump from rock to rock although the rocks seemed to be covered by moss and would be slippery.

Two monks were sitting peacefully on the bank meditating.
The journeyman asked which of the options would be the safest to cross the raging river.
Both monks looked serenely at the man
The bridge? the kayak? or the rocks? Please help me he implored.
One of the monks bowed deeply and said "I will ask the wise man"

The journeyman was thrilled as the monk turned to the wise man and asked

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What does he say? what does he say? questions the journeyman impatiently.

The monk looked calmly at him and answered with a smiling face and a deep bow.

"Good Idea!",
"You pick!"
"Each way has it"s own problems."