There is life in your hands
Long long ago in ancient city of tendons the Master surrounded by students. Most capable from them once thoughtful: "And is there a question on that our Master would not be able to give an answer"? He went on a flowering meadow, caught the most beautiful butterfly and hid it between hands. A butterfly was caught by paws for his hands, and it was a student it tickles. Smiling, he walked up to Master asked:
- Say, what butterfly in my hands: living or dead?
He firmly held a butterfly in serried hands and was ready in any instant to squeeze them for the sake of the truth.
Not looking on the hands of student, Master answered:
- All in your hands.