Tales : Where shall we bury you?

There was, once upon a time, a certain philosopher who had devoted his life to the search for truth, steadfastly discarding all illusion in his pursuit of the real. As the end of his life approached, his students gathered around him, wishing to share with him his last moments.

One of the students said, “Master, when we have washed your body and wrapped you in a shroud, where do you want us to bury you?”

The philosopher replied, “If you can find me, dear student, bury me where you will and good night! Since in my long life I have not found myself, how will you find me once I am dead? At this moment I only know that the least hair of knowledge of myself is not evident!”

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