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| <h6>Author</h6> | ||
| <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> | ||
| <h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6> | ||
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| The Arabs laughed at him, and the alchemist laughed along. They | ||
| thought his answer was amusing, and they allowed the boy and the | ||
| alchemist to proceed with all of their belongings. | ||
| “Are you crazy?” the boy asked the alchemist, when they had | ||
| moved on. “What did you do that for?” | ||
| “To show you one of life’s simple lessons,” the alchemist | ||
| answered. “When you possess great treasures within you, and try to | ||
| tell others of them, seldom are you believed.” | ||
| They continued across the desert. With every day that passed, | ||
| the boy’s heart became more and more silent. It no longer wanted to | ||
| know about things of the past or future; it was content simply to | ||
| contemplate the desert, and to drink with the boy from the Soul of | ||
| the World. The boy and his heart had become friends, and neither | ||
| was capable now of betraying the other. | ||
| When his heart spoke to him, it was to provide a stimulus to the | ||
| boy, and to give him strength, because the days of silence there in | ||
| the desert were wearisome. His heart told the boy what his | ||
| strongest qualities were: his courage in having given up his sheep | ||
| and in trying to live out his Personal Legend, and his enthusiasm | ||
| during the time he had worked at the crystal shop. | ||
| And his heart told him something else that the boy had never | ||
| noticed: it told the boy of dangers that had threatened him, but that | ||
| he had never perceived. His heart said that one time it had hidden | ||
| the rifle the boy had taken from his father, because of the possibility | ||
| that the boy might wound himself. And it reminded the boy of the | ||
| day when he had been ill and vomiting out in the fields, after which | ||
| he had fallen into a deep sleep. There had been two thieves farther | ||
| ahead who were planning to steal the boy’s sheep and murder him. | ||
| But, since the boy hadn’t passed by, they had decided to move on, | ||
| thinking that he had changed his route. | ||
| “Does a man’s heart always help him?” the boy asked the | ||
| alchemist. | ||
| “Mostly just the hearts of those who are trying to realize their | ||
| Personal Legends. But they do help children, drunkards, and the | ||
| elderly, too.” | ||
| “Does that mean that I’ll never run into danger?” | ||
| “It means only that the heart does what it can,” the alchemist | ||
| said. | ||
| One afternoon, they passed by the encampment of one of the | ||
| tribes. At each corner of the camp were Arabs garbed in beautiful | ||
| white robes, with arms at the ready. The men were smoking their | ||
| hookahs and trading stories from the battlefield. No one paid any | ||
| attention to the two travelers. | ||
| “There’s no danger,” the boy said, when they had moved on past | ||
| the encampment. | ||
| The alchemist sounded angry: “Trust in your heart, but never | ||
| forget that you’re in the desert. When men are at war with one | ||
| another, the Soul of the World can hear the screams of battle. No | ||
| one fails to suffer the consequences of everything under the sun.” | ||
| All things are one, the boy thought. And then, as if the desert | ||
| wanted to demonstrate that the alchemist was right, two horsemen | ||
| appeared from behind the travelers. | ||
| “You can’t go any farther,” one of them said. “You’re in the area | ||
| where the tribes are at war.” | ||
| “I’m not going very far,” the alchemist answered, looking | ||
| straight into the eyes of the horsemen. They were silent for a | ||
| moment, and then agreed that the boy and the alchemist could | ||
| move along. | ||
| The boy watched the exchange with fascination. “You dominated | ||
| those horsemen with the way you looked at them,” he said. | ||
| “Your eyes show the strength of your soul,” answered the | ||
| alchemist. | ||
| That’s true, the boy thought. He had noticed that, in the midst of | ||
| the multitude of armed men back at the encampment, there had | ||
| been one who stared fixedly at the two. He had been so far away | ||
| that his face wasn’t even visible. But the boy was certain that he had | ||
| been looking at them. | ||
| Finally, when they had crossed the mountain range that | ||
| extended along the entire horizon, the alchemist said that they were | ||
| only two days from the Pyramids. | ||
| “If we’re going to go our separate ways soon,” the boy said, “then | ||
| teach me about alchemy.” | ||
| “You already know about alchemy. It is about penetrating to the | ||
| Soul of the World, and discovering the treasure that has been | ||
| reserved for you.” | ||
| “No, that’s not what I mean. I’m talking about transforming lead | ||
| into gold.” | ||
| The alchemist fell as silent as the desert, and answered the boy | ||
| only after they had stopped to eat. | ||
| “Everything in the universe evolved,” he said. “And, for wise | ||
| men, gold is the metal that evolved the furthest. Don’t ask me why; I | ||
| don’t know why. I just know that the Tradition is always right. | ||
| “Men have never understood the words of the wise. So gold, | ||
| instead of being seen as a symbol of evolution, became the basis for | ||
| conflict.” | ||
| “There are many languages spoken by things,” the boy said. | ||
| “There was a time when, for me, a camel’s whinnying was nothing | ||
| more than whinnying. Then it became a signal of danger. And, | ||
| finally, it became just a whinny again.” | ||
| But then he stopped. The alchemist probably already knew all | ||
| that. | ||
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