‘WHERE do we come from and where do we go to, and what is it like?’ thundered a wandering dervish.
‘I don’t know,’said Nasrudin; ‘but it must be pretty terrible.’
A bystander asked him why. ‘Observation shows me that when we arrive as babies we are crying. And many of us leave crying and reluctantly, too.’
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‘We come and we go’ in: The pleasantries of the incredible Mulla Nasrudin, Idries Shah (NY 1968)
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