The world’s a pilgrimage

An American tourist, having heard that a Sufi master was staying near his hotel, decided to pay the sage a visit. Upon arrival, he was surprised to find the Sufi’s room utterly empty.

“Old sage, where is your furniture?”

The Sufi laughed and asked in return, “Where is yours?”

“I’m only a tourist here,” the American replied, “I don’t go around carrying my furniture.”

And the old Sufi laughed again. “I’m also a tourist here. And then I’ll be gone, just like you.”

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天地者 万物之逆旅
光阴者 百代之过客

  •  李白

Sky and earth, a spacious guesthouse for thousand things
Day and night, a time-traveller across hundred generations

  • Li Bai
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