Reaction Types — Concepts — Misunderstandings
A father plagued by cares complained to a hakim: “My youngest son has made me old before my time. Worries fill my head. My eldest son is the pillar of my life. Every word that leaves his mouth is a word of truth. He never lies. The truth is as far from my second son as Mount Damawand is from us. Every word he speaks is a lie. I’ve come to terms with it, because I always know where I stand. But my youngest son! He has no firm ground under his feet. He lies, and he tells the truth. Every word from his mouth may be a lie or the truth, and I can’t tell the difference. With the others, I know where I stand. This knowledge escapes me with my youngest son.” (Persian story)
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