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| <h6>Author</h6> | ||
| <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> | ||
| <h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6> | ||
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| “They didn’t have the printing press in those days,” the boy | ||
| argued. “There was no way for everybody to know about alchemy. | ||
| Why did they use such strange language, with so many drawings?” | ||
| The Englishman didn’t answer him directly. He said that for the | ||
| past few days he had been paying attention to how the caravan | ||
| operated, but that he hadn’t learned anything new. The only thing | ||
| he had noticed was that talk of war was becoming more and more | ||
| frequent. | ||
| THEN ONE DAY THE BOY RETURNED THE BOOKS TO THE Englishman. “Did | ||
| you learn anything?” the Englishman asked, eager to hear what it | ||
| might be. He needed someone to talk to so as to avoid thinking | ||
| about the possibility of war. | ||
| “I learned that the world has a soul, and that whoever | ||
| understands that soul can also understand the language of things. I | ||
| learned that many alchemists realized their Personal Legends, and | ||
| wound up discovering the Soul of the World, the Philosopher’s | ||
| Stone, and the Elixir of Life. | ||
| “But, above all, I learned that these things are all so simple that | ||
| they could be written on the surface of an emerald.” | ||
| The Englishman was disappointed. The years of research, the | ||
| magic symbols, the strange words, and the laboratory | ||
| equipment…none of this had made an impression on the boy. His | ||
| soul must be too primitive to understand those things, he thought. | ||
| He took back his books and packed them away again in their | ||
| bags. | ||
| “Go back to watching the caravan,” he said. “That didn’t teach me | ||
| anything, either.” | ||
| The boy went back to contemplating the silence of the desert, | ||
| and the sand raised by the animals. “Everyone has his or her own | ||
| way of learning things,” he said to himself. “His way isn’t the same | ||
| as mine, nor mine as his. But we’re both in search of our Personal | ||
| Legends, and I respect him for that.” | ||
| THE CARAVAN BEGAN TO TRAVEL DAY AND NIGHT. THE hooded Bedouins | ||
| reappeared more and more frequently, and the camel driver—who | ||
| had become a good friend of the boy’s—explained that the war | ||
| between the tribes had already begun. The caravan would be very | ||
| lucky to reach the oasis. | ||
| The animals were exhausted, and the men talked among | ||
| themselves less and less. The silence was the worst aspect of the | ||
| night, when the mere groan of a camel—which before had been | ||
| nothing but the groan of a camel—now frightened everyone, | ||
| because it might signal a raid. | ||
| The camel driver, though, seemed not to be very concerned with | ||
| the threat of war. | ||
| “I’m alive,” he said to the boy, as they ate a bunch of dates one | ||
| night, with no fires and no moon. “When I’m eating, that’s all I think | ||
| about. If I’m on the march, I just concentrate on marching. If I have | ||
| to fight, it will be just as good a day to die as any other. | ||
| “Because I don’t live in either my past or my future. I’m | ||
| interested only in the present. If you can concentrate always on the | ||
| present, you’ll be a happy man. You’ll see that there is life in the | ||
| desert, that there are stars in the heavens, and that tribesmen fight | ||
| because they are part of the human race. Life will be a party for you, | ||
| a grand festival, because life is the moment we’re living right now.” | ||
| Two nights later, as he was getting ready to bed down, the boy | ||
| looked for the star they followed every night. He thought that the | ||
| horizon was a bit lower than it had been, because he seemed to see | ||
| stars on the desert itself. | ||
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