And Kisa Gotami had an only son, and he died. In her grief she carried the dead child to all her neighbours, asking them for medicine, and the people said: 'She has lost her senses. The boy is dead.'... Kisa Gotami repaired to the Buddha and cried: 'Lord and Master, give me the medicine that will cure my boy.' The Buddha answered: 'I want a handful of mustard-seed.' And added: 'The mustard-seed must be taken from a house where no one has lost a child, husband, parent or friend.' Poor Kisa Gotami now went from house to house, and the people pitied her and said: 'Here is mustard-seed,; take it!' But when she added, 'Did a son or daughter, a father or mother, die in your family?' they answered her: 'Alas! the living are few, but the dead are many. Do not remind us of our deepest grief.' And there was no house but some beloved one had died in it ... Kisa Gotami had the dead body buried in the forest. Returning to the Buddha, she took refuge in him ... The Buddha said: 'The life of mortals in this world is troubled and brief and combined with pain. For there is not any means by which those that have been born can avoid dying; after reaching old age there is death; of such a nature are living beings. As ripe fruits are early in danger of death. As all earthen vessels made by the potter end in being broken so is the life of mortals. Both young and adult, both those who are fools and those who are wise, all fall into the power of death; all are subject to death. So the world is afflicted with death and decay, therefore the wise do not grieve, knowing the terms of the world. In whatever manner people think a thing will come a pass, it is often different when it happens, and great is the disappointment ...' - From The Mustard Seed. A Buddhist Legend.