Once a Rabbi leaned out of his window facing the market place and called a disciple who was scurrying around in the square.
“Menachem, have seen the sky today?” the rebbe called out.
“No, Rabbi, I have not seen the sky.”
“Tell me what you see, then?”
“I see the market, busy merchants, men and women coming and going,” the disciple replied.
“Ah, Menachem! A hundred years from now, a street and market filled with busy merchants and people, just like this one, will stand in this same spot. But I shall no longer be her and neither will you. So I ask you, Menachem, what’s the good of hurrying to and fro if you don’t even have time to look at the sky?”
Does this story strike you in any way? How so?