Little yin asked the master:

Teacher-Yang, is there any Truth?

- The truth is only in that which you're asking - replied Yang.

Little yin was taken aback:

- Teacher, then the truth is fleeting and therefore we can say that it is not?

Wise Yang grinned, thumbed one bead over and as if expecting this queston his whole life, replied:

- Truth - it is a road and the road is infinite. And that, which you understand as the Truth, little Yin – is just a cozy tent on the side of this road.

Little yin admiringly listen to the teacher. Answers, which he hoped to obtain, have lost their relevance.

Master's words were more, than answers.