... In great khanate two sages lived. One theorist too partisan by dogmas, the other -- he just practice... And day and night, and winter-summer keep the pressure on the war of words... In heaven, hell how is it? Nobody knows! Eternity it is. But... life is one and everyone must know to live!

One day, at last the ruler tired, call them both in front of him. The servants bring them soup and then... five-cubits handled spoons. The ruler order: "Eat, but even drop not fall! Will live you only when finished soup in the cauldron. Lets people see how wise are fools..."

So sure in his thesis first proudly says: "Impossible -- too long are handles...", but had to silence -- practician ladle out from soup and stop with spoon his colleague's mouth...
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Dispute continue on those day and hold both practician and academics. How could they know how smell and taste the khanas's soup of life...