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| <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> | ||
| <h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6> | ||
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| The boy reached through to the Soul of the World, and saw that | ||
| it was a part of the Soul of God. And he saw that the Soul of God was | ||
| his own soul. And that he, a boy, could perform miracles. | ||
| THE SIMUM BLEW THAT DAY AS IT HAD NEVER BLOWN before. For | ||
| generations thereafter, the Arabs recounted the legend of a boy who | ||
| had turned himself into the wind, almost destroying a military | ||
| camp, in defiance of the most powerful chief in the desert. | ||
| When the simum ceased to blow, everyone looked to the place | ||
| where the boy had been. But he was no longer there; he was | ||
| standing next to a sand-covered sentinel, on the far side of the | ||
| camp. | ||
| The men were terrified at his sorcery. But there were two | ||
| people who were smiling: the alchemist, because he had found his | ||
| perfect disciple, and the chief, because that disciple had understood | ||
| the glory of God. | ||
| The following day, the general bade the boy and the alchemist | ||
| farewell, and provided them with an escort party to accompany | ||
| them as far as they chose. | ||
| THEY RODE FOR THE ENTIRE DAY. TOWARD THE END OF the afternoon, they | ||
| came upon a Coptic monastery. The alchemist dismounted, and told | ||
| the escorts they could return to the camp. | ||
| “From here on, you will be alone,” the alchemist said. “You are | ||
| only three hours from the Pyramids.” | ||
| “Thank you,” said the boy. “You taught me the Language of the | ||
| World.” | ||
| “I only invoked what you already knew.” | ||
| The alchemist knocked on the gate of the monastery. A monk | ||
| dressed in black came to the gates. They spoke for a few minutes in | ||
| the Coptic tongue, and the alchemist bade the boy enter. | ||
| “I asked him to let me use the kitchen for a while,” the alchemist | ||
| smiled. | ||
| They went to the kitchen at the back of the monastery. The | ||
| alchemist lighted the fire, and the monk brought him some lead, | ||
| which the alchemist placed in an iron pan. When the lead had | ||
| become liquid, the alchemist took from his pouch the strange yellow | ||
| egg. He scraped from it a sliver as thin as a hair, wrapped it in wax, | ||
| and added it to the pan in which the lead had melted. | ||
| The mixture took on a reddish color, almost the color of blood. | ||
| The alchemist removed the pan from the fire, and set it aside to cool. | ||
| As he did so, he talked with the monk about the tribal wars. | ||
| “I think they’re going to last for a long time,” he said to the monk. | ||
| The monk was irritated. The caravans had been stopped at Giza | ||
| for some time, waiting for the wars to end. “But God’s will be done,” | ||
| the monk said. | ||
| “Exactly,” answered the alchemist. | ||
| When the pan had cooled, the monk and the boy looked at it, | ||
| dazzled. The lead had dried into the shape of the pan, but it was no | ||
| longer lead. It was gold. | ||
| “Will I learn to do that someday?” the boy asked. | ||
| “This was my Personal Legend, not yours,” the alchemist | ||
| answered. “But I wanted to show you that it was possible.” | ||
| They returned to the gates of the monastery. There, the | ||
| alchemist separated the disk into four parts. | ||
| “This is for you,” he said, holding one of the parts out to the | ||
| monk. “It’s for your generosity to the pilgrims.” | ||
| “But this payment goes well beyond my generosity,” the monk | ||
| responded. | ||
| “Don’t say that again. Life might be listening, and give you less | ||
| the next time.” | ||
| The alchemist turned to the boy. “This is for you. To make up for | ||
| what you gave to the general.” | ||
| The boy was about to say that it was much more than he had | ||
| given the general. But he kept quiet, because he had heard what the | ||
| alchemist said to the monk. | ||
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