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Why we are here
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Walking one evening along a deserted road, Mulla Nasrudin saw
a troop of horsemen coming towards him.
His imagination started to wor; he saw himself captured and sold
as a slave, or impressed into the army.
Nasrudin bolted, climbed a wall into a graveyard, and lay down
in an open tomb.
Puzzled at his strange behaviour, the man - honest travellers
- followed him.
They found him stretched out, tense and quivering.
'What are you doing in that grave? We saw you run away. Can we
help you?'
'Just because you can ask a question does not mean that there
is a straightforward answer to it,' said the Mulla, who now realized
what had happened. 'It all depends upon your viewpoint. If you
must know, however: I am here because of you, and
you are here because of me.'
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