Song Wu Kong is the Chinese name for "the Monkey King", a famous ancient legend from that country. He is a powerful, albeit cheeky, monkey king indeed.
Long story short, the gods bring Song Wu Kong to Buddha because they are tired of dealing with him and they can't really control him.
Buddha holds Song Wu Kong in his hand and says, "If you can jump out of my hand, you may rule heaven." This appeals greatly to Song Wu Kong's ego and, as he is renowned for his jumping, leaps as high and as far as he can.
His leap takes him to the very edge of the universe where he sees the five pillars that hold up the sky. He takes out a can of spray paint and writes "Song Wu Kong was here" on one of them and pees on another. He leaps back home and stands before the Buddha.
"I have leapt to the very end of the universe. Hand me my crown, please."
The Buddha holds up his hand. On this index finger is written "Song Wu Kong was here" and his ring finger smells of wee.
Song Wu Kong is sentenced to be confined under a mountain for 400 years, at which time he is rescued by a monk and a pig-man. Song Wu Kong, in this part of the legend is a much humbler individual walking a path of service as his task is not to protect the monk on his Journey to the West (as the legend is called in China).
This story resonates with me greatly. I frequently think I've found a way to step outside and view EVERYTHING from without. It's a false perspective fueled by ego and, when you get right down to it, rarely helpful. You/we/I are always participants in the drama, never the spectators.