Strolling in the morning through the marketplace of Baghdad, I came upon Death standing in
the shadows, smiling at me. Terrified, I ran to my friend and begged of him, "Lend me your
fastest horse, that I may flee to Samara so that Death cannot find me."
The friend thereafter went to the marketplace and sought Death out.
"Why did you frighten my companion so?"
Death answered: "I did not mean to frighten him. It was only that I was surprised to see
him here in Baghdad, when tonight I have an appointment with him in Samara."
The moral of this fable is: YOU CANNOT RUN AWAY FROM Death.
The moral of this book is: OH, YES YOU CAN.