While wandering in the world, Nasruddin found
himself before the door behind which the Truth lived.
He knocked. "Who is it?" a voice asked.
"Sorry, Nasruddin. There is no room for me and
you here - go away!"
And Nasruddin walked sadly away.
Years later he found himself at the same
door again, and knocked.
"Who is it?" the voice asked.
"Myself" he answered.
"Oh, Nasruddin, you again? told you - no room
for you and me! go!"
And Nasruddin left.
Time passed. And then Nasrudin stood at the
same door once more.
"It is thou"
"Ah, friend Nasruddin! Come in, come in!
There is just enough room for us in here!"