Nasrudin was sitting among the branches of a tree,

sniffing the blossoms and sunning himself.

A traveller with a sincere intention asked him what he was doing there.

'Climbing the Great Pyramid.'

'You are nowhere near a pyramid.

And there are four ways up a pyramid:

one by each face.

That is a tree!'
'Yes!' said the Mulla.

'But it's much more fun like this, don't you think?

Birds, blossoms, zephyrs, sunshine.

I hardly think I could have done better.'