This is a nice little story, I find it makes a lot of sense:

A Chinese man is walking down a round. On his journey he sees a man in terribly miserable tormented by many demons, all of them swarming around him and screaming at him loudly ordering him to commit evil acts.

"Oh," the now upset traveler tells himself, "that man must be truly wicked then to be in the presence of so many demons."

Ignoring the agonizing man, he continues on when a man sweeping the dust from his shop stops him to ask what is bothering him.

"Ah, well you see," said the traveler, "I have just seen a wicked man sitting among the presence of a horde of demons, he must be truly evil to have such company."

The shop keeper sighed. "No my friend, that is the only evil person around here." He stopped his sweeping and pointed over at a young man slyly picking the pocket of a wealthy land owner. On the thief's shoulder, a small little imp, barely and inch tall, sat on the man's shoulder and whispered evil thoughts into the his ear.

"You see my good sir," said the shopkeeper to the traveler, "You had it backwards, that man you saw earlier is one of the most righteous men I know, it takes dozens of large intimidating demons, using all their might, to try and make him commit evil acts. However, it takes but a whisper from one minor demon to make that theif over there to stray from his righteous path."


Pretty good moral, huh? I think we can all learn a lesson from it. How many demons does it take to make you do something evil? One or Hundreds? Or maybe, you don't heed their voices at all...or at least you don't think you do.