A rich man stopped to visit the Teacher in his modest hut. He was astonished to see that such a famous man had but a wood table, some simple chairs, and a few books in his main room. “Teacher,” the man asked, “where is your furniture?”
“I might ask the same question of you,” the Teacher replied.
“I have no furniture because I am just a pilgrim. I am just passing through.”
The Teacher smiled, “So am I.”
From, Stories for the Journey, by William R. White.