A famous spiritual teacher came to the front door of the
King's palace. None of the guards tried to stop him as he
entered and made his way to where the King himself was
sitting on his throne.
"What do you want?" asked the King, immediately recognizing
the visitor.
"I would like a place to sleep in this inn," replied the
teacher.
"But this is not an inn," said the King, "It is my palace."
"May I ask who owned this palace before you?"
"My father. He is dead."
"And who owned it before him?"
"My grandfather. He too is dead."
"And this place where people live for a short time and then
move on - did I hear you say that it is NOT an inn?"
