Dim my eyes if they should compromise our fulcrum if wants and needs divide me I might as well be gone. Shine on forever. Shine on benevolent sun.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Camels
There is a well-known story (the details vary) of a father who, when he died left his seven camels to his three sons in the following way: The eldest son was to receive one half of the camels, the middle son was to receive one fourth, and the youngest was to receive one eighth. This will disturbed the sons greatly, because it seemed to necessitate cutting some of the camels into pieces. The family's wise neighbor volunteered to solve the problem for them. He added one of his own camels to the herd, bringing the number up to eight. Then the eldest son received four, the middle son received two, and the youngest son received one camel. The wise neighbor then took back his camel, and everyone was happy. Kinda amazing, huh? Was this solution fair?
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