| In Order To Die Right, We Have To Live Right. |
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Zorba was walking in the mountains when he encountered an old man planting a carob tree. "You foolish old man," intervened Zorba, "don't you know that it takes the carob seventy years to yield fruit?" "Oh, young man," replied the old man, "I live my life as if I'll never die." Awe inspired, Zorba was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "You foolish old man, I live every day as if it was my last." In order to die right, we have to live right. In order to live right, we have to die right. |


