Mulla Nasruddin was strolling along a deserted road when he saw a troop of horsemen coming towards him. He became nervous and started to imagine himself captured and sold as a slave, or impressed into the army. So, he ran, climbed a wall into a graveyard, and lay down in an open tomb. Puzzled at his strange behaviour, the men, who were honest travellers, followed him. They found him stretched out, tense and quivering. “What are you doing in that grave? We saw you run away. Do you need help?” they asked. “Just because you ask a question, does it not mean that there is a straightforward answer to it,” said Mulla, who understood that they were harmless. “It all depends on your viewpoint. However, if you must know, I am here because of you, and you are here because of me,” he added before leaving. The confused travellers went their way.
You are Here and I am Here
