‘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.’
‘We come and we go’ in: The pleasantries of the incredible Mulla Nasrudin, Idries Shah (NY 1968)