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| <h6>Author</h6> | ||
| <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> | ||
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| From that day on, it was the desert that would be important. She | ||
| would look to it every day, and would try to guess which star the | ||
| boy was following in search of his treasure. She would have to send | ||
| her kisses on the wind, hoping that the wind would touch the boy’s | ||
| face, and would tell him that she was alive. That she was waiting for | ||
| him, a woman awaiting a courageous man in search of his treasure. | ||
| From that day on, the desert would represent only one thing to her: | ||
| the hope for his return. | ||
| “DON’T THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’VE LEFT BEHIND,” THE alchemist said to | ||
| the boy as they began to ride across the sands of the desert. | ||
| “Everything is written in the Soul of the World, and there it will stay | ||
| forever.” | ||
| “Men dream more about coming home than about leaving,” the | ||
| boy said. He was already reaccustomed to the desert’s silence. | ||
| “If what one finds is made of pure matter, it will never spoil. And | ||
| one can always come back. If what you had found was only a | ||
| moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you would find nothing | ||
| on your return.” | ||
| The man was speaking the language of alchemy. But the boy | ||
| knew that he was referring to Fatima. | ||
| It was difficult not to think about what he had left behind. The | ||
| desert, with its endless monotony, put him to dreaming. The boy | ||
| could still see the palm trees, the wells, and the face of the woman | ||
| he loved. He could see the Englishman at his experiments, and the | ||
| camel driver who was a teacher without realizing it. Maybe the | ||
| alchemist has never been in love, the boy thought. | ||
| The alchemist rode in front, with the falcon on his shoulder. The | ||
| bird knew the language of the desert well, and whenever they | ||
| stopped, he flew off in search of game. On the first day he returned | ||
| with a rabbit, and on the second with two birds. | ||
| At night, they spread their sleeping gear and kept their fires | ||
| hidden. The desert nights were cold, and were becoming darker and | ||
| darker as the phases of the moon passed. They went on for a week, | ||
| speaking only of the precautions they needed to follow in order to | ||
| avoid the battles between the tribes. The war continued, and at | ||
| times the wind carried the sweet, sickly smell of blood. Battles had | ||
| been fought nearby, and the wind reminded the boy that there was | ||
| the language of omens, always ready to show him what his eyes had | ||
| failed to observe. | ||
| On the seventh day, the alchemist decided to make camp earlier | ||
| than usual. The falcon flew off to find game, and the alchemist | ||
| offered his water container to the boy. | ||
| “You are almost at the end of your journey,” said the alchemist. | ||
| “I congratulate you for having pursued your Personal Legend.” | ||
| “And you’ve told me nothing along the way,” said the boy. “I | ||
| thought you were going to teach me some of the things you know. A | ||
| while ago, I rode through the desert with a man who had books on | ||
| alchemy. But I wasn’t able to learn anything from them.” | ||
| “There is only one way to learn,” the alchemist answered. “It’s | ||
| through action. Everything you need to know you have learned | ||
| through your journey. You need to learn only one thing more.” | ||
| The boy wanted to know what that was, but the alchemist was | ||
| searching the horizon, looking for the falcon. | ||
| “Why are you called the alchemist?” | ||
| “Because that’s what I am.” | ||
| “And what went wrong when other alchemists tried to make | ||
| gold and were unable to do so?” | ||
| “They were looking only for gold,” his companion answered. | ||
| “They were seeking the treasure of their Personal Legend, without | ||
| wanting actually to live out the Personal Legend.” | ||
| “What is it that I still need to know?” the boy asked. | ||
| But the alchemist continued to look to the horizon. And finally | ||
| the falcon returned with their meal. They dug a hole and lit their fire | ||
| in it, so that the light of the flames would not be seen. | ||
| “I’m an alchemist simply because I’m an alchemist,” he said, as | ||
| he prepared the meal. “I learned the science from my grandfather, | ||
| who learned from his father, and so on, back to the creation of the | ||
| world. In those times, the Master Work could be written simply on | ||
| an emerald. But men began to reject simple things, and to write | ||
| tracts, interpretations, and philosophical studies. They also began to | ||
| feel that they knew a better way than others had. Yet the Emerald | ||
| Tablet is still alive today.” | ||
| “What was written on the Emerald Tablet?” the boy wanted to | ||
| know. | ||
| The alchemist began to draw in the sand, and completed his | ||
| drawing in less than five minutes. As he drew, the boy thought of | ||
| the old king, and the plaza where they had met that day; it seemed | ||
| as if it had taken place years and years ago. | ||
| “This is what was written on the Emerald Tablet,” said the | ||
| alchemist, when he had finished. | ||
| The boy tried to read what was written in the sand. | ||
| “It’s a code,” said the boy, a bit disappointed. “It looks like what I | ||
| saw in the Englishman’s books.” | ||
| “No,” the alchemist answered. “It’s like the flight of those two | ||
| hawks; it can’t be understood by reason alone. The Emerald Tablet | ||
| is a direct passage to the Soul of the World. | ||
| “The wise men understood that this natural world is only an | ||
| image and a copy of paradise. The existence of this world is simply a | ||
| guarantee that there exists a world that is perfect. God created the | ||
| world so that, through its visible objects, men could understand his | ||
| spiritual teachings and the marvels of his wisdom. That’s what I | ||
| mean by action.” | ||
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