He was a college professor and had taught philosophy for several years at a major midwestern university. He had gone on his own pilgrimage in search of the truth. Following several years of travel and study, he found what he felt to be one of the leading gurus in the world. He saw this man as all-wise, all-knowing, and "one of the most profound thinkers I have ever met." The guru stated, "I am willing to answer one well-thought-out question for you."

The professor paused, anxious to use this golden opportunity wisely. He then questioned, "Yes, guru, tell me the meaning of death."

The professor was stunned. Forgetting the status of this great teacher, the professor responded, "You don't know? I can't believe that. You are one of the wisest gurus in the entire world."

"Yes," responded the guru, "but I am not a dead, wise guru. You would have better asked how to catch the next plane home. I have been to the airport."