A traveling merchant went to the home of a village elder one night, knocking on the door furiously. When the old man opened the door, he appraised the merchant with a look of recognition and implored him:
"Please, come in, have a seat, enjoy some stew I've made."
The merchant, in a huff, ignored the plea and began to vent.
"Elder, many times have I come to this village to display my wares. A year ago, I brought exotic inks and brushes, and was ignored. Last summer, I came with beautiful tapestries, and yet none gave them a second look. In the winter, I sought an apprentice to teach my trade to, and none offered. In the spring, I came with a cart of wholesome grains, and they fermented in their bags for want of being purchased. And today I come again to your village, seeking to open a stall, perhaps to better learn the ways of this village, and yet none would assist me in this endeavor. So I ask you, though I have visited this place many times, and found no quarrel; what must I do to not be cast aside like a stranger?"
The elder, looking up from his meal, simply implored the merchant once more:
"Please, come in, have a seat, enjoy some stew I've made."
And the merchant was enlightened.