A famous
spiritual teacher came to the front door of the King's palace.
None of the guards tried to stop him as he entered
and made his way to where the King himself was sitting
on his throne.
"What do
you want?" asked the King, immediately recognizing the visitor.
"I would like a place to sleep in this inn," replied
the teacher.
"But this is not an inn," said the King, "It is my palace."
"May I ask who owned this palace before you?"
"My father. He is dead."
"And who owned it before him?"
"My grandfather. He too is dead."
"And this place where people live for a short time and
then move on - did I hear you say that it is NOT an inn?"
