Love. Man adds everything to his ego--while everything
goes on without him.
He is nothing, but he thinks himself everything.
Mulla Nasrudin was walking past a well, when he had
impulse to look into it. It was night, and as he peered into the
deep water, he saw the moon's reflection there.
"I must save the moon!" the Mulla thought. "Otherwise she
will never wane and the fasting month of Ramazan will never
come to an end."
He found a rope, threw it in and called down: "Hold tight;
keep bright; succour is at hand!"
The rope caught in a rock inside the well, and Nasrudin
heaved as hard as he could. Straining back, he suddenly felt the
rope give way as it became loose, and he was thrown on his back.
As he lay there, panting, he saw the moon riding on the sky
"Glad to be of service," said Nasrudin. "Just as well I
came along, wasn't it?"