A rich and others are talking about what is happiness.
The poor say: "happiness is now." Rich looked at poor huts, shabby dress, said contemptuously, "that what is called happiness? My happiness but between a person of extraordinary powers curtilage, thousands of slaves." Impermanence, a fire between the rich man's best piece of tile without burning mansion, each rush thing by slaves. Overnight, become a beggar to the rich. As the volts, sweating like a beggar passed the huts of the poor, want to win the saliva to drink. The poor a bowl of clear cool water, asked him: "now you think what is happiness?" Beggar anxiously said: "happiness is when you in the hands of the bowl of water."