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+ + + ++ “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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