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| <h6>Author</h6> | ||
| <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> | ||
| <h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6> | ||
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| As he sat there thinking, he sensed movement above him. | ||
| Looking up, he saw a pair of hawks flying high in the sky. | ||
| He watched the hawks as they drifted on the wind. Although | ||
| their flight appeared to have no pattern, it made a certain kind of | ||
| sense to the boy. It was just that he couldn’t grasp what it meant. He | ||
| followed the movement of the birds, trying to read something into | ||
| it. Maybe these desert birds could explain to him the meaning of | ||
| love without ownership. | ||
| He felt sleepy. In his heart, he wanted to remain awake, but he | ||
| also wanted to sleep. “I am learning the Language of the World, and | ||
| everything in the world is beginning to make sense to me…even the | ||
| flight of the hawks,” he said to himself. And, in that mood, he was | ||
| grateful to be in love. When you are in love, things make even more | ||
| sense, he thought. | ||
| Suddenly, one of the hawks made a flashing dive through the | ||
| sky, attacking the other. As it did so, a sudden, fleeting image came | ||
| to the boy: an army, with its swords at the ready, riding into the | ||
| oasis. The vision vanished immediately, but it had shaken him. He | ||
| had heard people speak of mirages, and had already seen some | ||
| himself: they were desires that, because of their intensity, | ||
| materialized over the sands of the desert. But he certainly didn’t | ||
| desire that an army invade the oasis. | ||
| He wanted to forget about the vision, and return to his | ||
| meditation. He tried again to concentrate on the pink shades of the | ||
| desert, and its stones. But there was something there in his heart | ||
| that wouldn’t allow him to do so. | ||
| “Always heed the omens,” the old king had said. The boy recalled | ||
| what he had seen in the vision, and sensed that it was actually going | ||
| to occur. | ||
| He rose, and made his way back toward the palm trees. Once | ||
| again, he perceived the many languages in the things about him: this | ||
| time, the desert was safe, and it was the oasis that had become | ||
| dangerous. | ||
| The camel driver was seated at the base of a palm tree, | ||
| observing the sunset. He saw the boy appear from the other side of | ||
| the dunes. | ||
| “An army is coming,” the boy said. “I had a vision.” | ||
| “The desert fills men’s hearts with visions,” the camel driver | ||
| answered. | ||
| But the boy told him about the hawks: that he had been | ||
| watching their flight and had suddenly felt himself to have plunged | ||
| to the Soul of the World. | ||
| The camel driver understood what the boy was saying. He knew | ||
| that any given thing on the face of the earth could reveal the history | ||
| of all things. One could open a book to any page, or look at a | ||
| person’s hand; one could turn a card, or watch the flight of the | ||
| birds…whatever the thing observed, one could find a connection | ||
| with his experience of the moment. Actually, it wasn’t that those | ||
| things, in themselves, revealed anything at all; it was just that | ||
| people, looking at what was occurring around them, could find a | ||
| means of penetration to the Soul of the World. | ||
| The desert was full of men who earned their living based on the | ||
| ease with which they could penetrate to the Soul of the World. They | ||
| were known as seers, and they were held in fear by women and the | ||
| elderly. Tribesmen were also wary of consulting them, because it | ||
| would be impossible to be effective in battle if one knew that he was | ||
| fated to die. The tribesmen preferred the taste of battle, and the | ||
| thrill of not knowing what the outcome would be; the future was | ||
| already written by Allah, and what he had written was always for | ||
| the good of man. | ||
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