Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Just Passing Through

A man of the rich Western lifestyle was traveling through a certain town when he decided to visit the home of a very wise rabbi. On arrival, the man was surprised to find that the rabbi’s home was but a single room; the walls lined with books and no furniture but a table and a bench.

“Rabbi,” asked the man, “where is your furniture?”

“Where is yours?” replied the rabbi.

“Mine?” the man responded, puzzled. “But I’m just passing through.”

“So am I,” said the rabbi. “So am I.”


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