The Islamic Garden
Two men sat discussing truth.
Does it exist?
Do I exist?
Perhaps I am just a dream in your mind and in my own?
But then I have a mind, don't I?
So if I can question my existence then I must be real.
Do I make sense?
Of nothing do I know.
The second man reached into his pocket and took out a box of matches. He threw the box onto the table asking, 'What is that?' His friend smiled, a crooked smile and cunningly replied, thinking it a trick question,
"Well it looks like a box of matches.
I think it is a box of matches."
The other man banged his fist onto the table and said ,
"No! It's wrong. You must know it is a box of matches. Be confident that truth exists."