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+        <h6>Author</h6>
+        <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1>
+        <h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6>
+       <p id="paragraph">
+          “And I know the Soul of the World, because we have talked at
+great length to each other during this endless trip through the
+universe. It tells me that its greatest problem is that, up until now,
+only the minerals and vegetables understand that all things are one.
+That there’s no need for iron to be the same as copper, or copper
+the same as gold. Each performs its own exact function as a unique
+being, and everything would be a symphony of peace if the hand
+that wrote all this had stopped on the fifth day of creation.
+“But there was a sixth day,” the sun went on.
+“You are wise, because you observe everything from a distance,”
+the boy said. “But you don’t know about love. If there hadn’t been a
+sixth day, man would not exist; copper would always be just copper,
+and lead just lead. It’s true that everything has its Personal Legend,
+but one day that Personal Legend will be realized. So each thing has
+to transform itself into something better, and to acquire a new
+Personal Legend, until, someday, the Soul of the World becomes one
+thing only.”
+The sun thought about that, and decided to shine more brightly.
+The wind, which was enjoying the conversation, started to blow
+with greater force, so that the sun would not blind the boy.
+“This is why alchemy exists,” the boy said. “So that everyone will
+search for his treasure, find it, and then want to be better than he
+was in his former life. Lead will play its role until the world has no
+further need for lead; and then lead will have to turn itself into gold.
+“That’s what alchemists do. They show that, when we strive to
+become better than we are, everything around us becomes better,
+too.”
+“Well, why did you say that I don’t know about love?” the sun
+asked the boy.
+“Because it’s not love to be static like the desert, nor is it love to
+roam the world like the wind. And it’s not love to see everything
+from a distance, like you do. Love is the force that transforms and
+improves the Soul of the World. When I first reached through to it, I
+thought the Soul of the World was perfect. But later, I could see that
+it was like other aspects of creation, and had its own passions and
+wars. It is we who nourish the Soul of the World, and the world we
+live in will be either better or worse, depending on whether we
+become better or worse. And that’s where the power of love comes
+in. Because when we love, we always strive to become better than
+we are.”
+“So what do you want of me?” the sun asked.
+“I want you to help me turn myself into the wind,” the boy
+answered.
+“Nature knows me as the wisest being in creation,” the sun said.
+“But I don’t know how to turn you into the wind.”
+“Then, whom should I ask?”
+The sun thought for a minute. The wind was listening closely,
+and wanted to tell every corner of the world that the sun’s wisdom
+had its limitations. That it was unable to deal with this boy who
+spoke the Language of the World.
+“Speak to the hand that wrote all,” said the sun.
+The wind screamed with delight, and blew harder than ever. The
+tents were being blown from their ties to the earth, and the animals
+were being freed from their tethers. On the cliff, the men clutched at
+each other as they sought to keep from being blown away.
+The boy turned to the hand that wrote all. As he did so, he
+sensed that the universe had fallen silent, and he decided not to
+speak.
+A current of love rushed from his heart, and the boy began to
+pray. It was a prayer that he had never said before, because it was a
+prayer without words or pleas. His prayer didn’t give thanks for his
+sheep having found new pastures; it didn’t ask that the boy be able
+to sell more crystal; and it didn’t beseech that the woman he had
+met continue to await his return. In the silence, the boy understood
+that the desert, the wind, and the sun were also trying to
+understand the signs written by the hand, and were seeking to
+follow their paths, and to understand what had been written on a
+single emerald. He saw that omens were scattered throughout the
+earth and in space, and that there was no reason or significance
+attached to their appearance; he could see that not the deserts, nor
+the winds, nor the sun, nor people knew why they had been created.
+But that the hand had a reason for all of this, and that only the hand
+could perform miracles, or transform the sea into a desert…or a
+man into the wind. Because only the hand understood that it was a
+larger design that had moved the universe to the point at which six
+days of creation had evolved into a Master Work.
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