Nasrudin was sitting among the branches of a tree, sniffing the blossom
and sunning himself.
   A traveler asked him what he was going there.
   ‘Climbing the Great Pyramid.’
   ‘You are nowhere near a pyramid. And there are four ways up a pyramid:
one by each face. That is a tree.’
   ‘Yes!’ said the Mulla. ‘But it’s much more fun like this, don’t you think?
Birds, blossoms, zephyrs, sunshine. I hardly think I could have done better.’