'My master once told me that there once was a man.
A man who had nothing,
Not a home,
Not a family,
Or even a name.

He was The Man Of Nothing.

This man one day found that he saw another, who had a child. This other lived in a small village for which the Man Of Nothing was passing through.

The other had Just one thing in his life, a daughter.

But the other man, did not love his daughter. And once every day came to beat her.

He tore her skin and laughed, laughed and said that because she was a woman she was nothing.

But he gave her jewels, and money, and all the very most 'important' things.

But the Man with Nothing on the seventh day came to the girl, in her lonelyness.

He took her ragged clothes for which the man of something had torn. He spun them anew, beautiful and shining for the girl to from that day the girl loved him.

She loved him for something unnoticed.

The man with nothing left that day, and did not return, not for fourty years.

But he did return, seeing that the man with something had grown old and ill.

He went to him, and the man with something asked him.

"Why does my daughter not love me? I gave her a home, I gave her money, and jewels and even gave her a husband which she had seven lovely children with...why does she not love me?!" he begged and begged for an answer.

The man with Nothing smiled and then gave the man a flower.
You see the man with nothing had something that the man with something didn't.
Compassion.

And so the man with something, was nothing.

And the man with nothing, was something.

And so my Master told me this story, that we are all men.
And we can be men with two solemn natures.

Are you a Man with Nothing?

Or a Man with Something?

That is the story that my Master told me.