After his abortive attempt to find the Win, he becomes disillusioned with the very concept. He makes a pilgrimage around the world, exploring corners high and low, searching libraries for tomes of knowledge to help him find the secret of the true win.
Finally, in a remote part of the globe, he treks through a moonlit forest at the side of a mountain, bringing only a canteen of water and some candles. The way is hard, and the steps wind up the side of the hill, but at last he comes upon an abandoned temple. Lighting the candles, he sits in silent contemplation for the night, counting silently to keep errant thoughts at bay.
Eyes open. How long has it been... days, hours? Suddenly he realizes that the Win isn't a *thing*, and trying to attain it is folly.
Then, as though to foil his new insight, the Win manifests in front of him and says "Thanks, ya'll. I'm so very glad you done found me."