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Why we are here
Walking one evening along a deserted road, Nasruddin saw a troop of horsemen rapidlyapproaching. His imagination started to work; he saw himself captured or robbed or
killed and frightened by this thought he bolted, climbed a wall into a graveyard,
and lay down in an open grave to hide.
Puzzled at his bizzare behaviour, the horsemen - honest travellers - followed him.
They found him stretched out, tense, and shaking.
"What are you doing in that grave? We saw you run away. Can we help you? Why
are you here in this place?"
"Just because you can ask a question does not mean that there is a straightforward
answer to it," said Nasruddin, 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!"
