clutter amounts to nothing in the end
Some years back, a tourist from the United States visited the home of a Rabbi and saw a simple room furnished with books, a table, and a bench.
Astonished, the visitor asked, “Rabbi, where’s your stuff?”
The Rabbi replied, “Where’s yours?”
“Mine? I’m just passing through. I’m just a visitor here.”
“So am I.”
Aah . . . that’s better!
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