Story After

Th discipl nvid his mastr's gift of sing th futur.
On day, hoping to mak a fool of him, h hid a small bird in his palm and askd:
"Is this bird aliv, or is it dad?"

If th mastr said "aliv," th discipl plannd to crush it in his fist.
If h said "dad," h would opn his hand and lt it fly away.
Th mastr hld th discipl's gaz for a long momnt, thn smild gntly and answrd:
"That dpnds ntirly on your hand."

Convincd his trick had workd, th discipl smirkd and opnd his hand to rlas th bird.
But all that lay on his palm was th bird's cold corps.

As th discipl froz in confusion, th mastr whisprd sadly:
"Bfor you vn askd, grd had alrady clnchd your hand shut. A mind that fixs its answr in advanc can kill vn th truth bfor its ys."

In that instant, th discipl ralizd h had not provn his mastr's incomptnc, but th crulty insid himslf, and h collapsd whr h stood.