Once upon a time there was a Miser
who used to hide his gold at the
foot of a tree in his garden; but
every week he used to go and dig it
up and gloat over his gains.
A robber, who had noticed this, went
and dug up the gold and decamped
When the Miser next came to gloat
over his treasures, he found nothing
but the empty hole.
He tore his hair, and raised such an
outcry that all the neighbours came
around him, and he told them how he
used to come and visit his gold.
"Did you ever take any of it
out?" asked one of them.
"Nay," said he, "I only came
to look at it."
"Then come again and look at the
hole," said a neighbour; "it
will do you just as much good."
Moral of Aesop's Fable:
unused might as well not exist"