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| <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> | ||
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| “It’s the oasis,” said the camel driver. | ||
| “Well, why don’t we go there right now?” the boy asked. | ||
| “Because we have to sleep.” | ||
| THE BOY AWOKE AS THE SUN ROSE. THERE, IN FRONT OF him, where the | ||
| small stars had been the night before, was an endless row of date | ||
| palms, stretching across the entire desert. | ||
| “We’ve done it!” said the Englishman, who had also awakened | ||
| early. | ||
| But the boy was quiet. He was at home with the silence of the | ||
| desert, and he was content just to look at the trees. He still had a | ||
| long way to go to reach the Pyramids, and someday this morning | ||
| would just be a memory. But this was the present moment—the | ||
| party the camel driver had mentioned—and he wanted to live it as | ||
| he did the lessons of his past and his dreams of the future. Although | ||
| the vision of the date palms would someday be just a memory, right | ||
| now it signified shade, water, and a refuge from the war. Yesterday, | ||
| the camel’s groan signaled danger, and now a row of date palms | ||
| could herald a miracle. | ||
| The world speaks many languages, the boy thought. | ||
| THE TIMES RUSH PAST, AND SO DO THE CARAVANS, thought the alchemist, | ||
| as he watched the hundreds of people and animals arriving at the | ||
| oasis. People were shouting at the new arrivals, dust obscured the | ||
| desert sun, and the children of the oasis were bursting with | ||
| excitement at the arrival of the strangers. The alchemist saw the | ||
| tribal chiefs greet the leader of the caravan, and converse with him | ||
| at length. | ||
| But none of that mattered to the alchemist. He had already seen | ||
| many people come and go, and the desert remained as it was. He | ||
| had seen kings and beggars walking the desert sands. The dunes | ||
| were changed constantly by the wind, yet these were the same | ||
| sands he had known since he was a child. He always enjoyed seeing | ||
| the happiness that the travelers experienced when, after weeks of | ||
| yellow sand and blue sky, they first saw the green of the date palms. | ||
| Maybe God created the desert so that man could appreciate the date | ||
| trees, he thought. | ||
| He decided to concentrate on more practical matters. He knew | ||
| that in the caravan there was a man to whom he was to teach some | ||
| of his secrets. The omens had told him so. He didn’t know the man | ||
| yet, but his practiced eye would recognize him when he appeared. | ||
| He hoped that it would be someone as capable as his previous | ||
| apprentice. | ||
| I don’t know why these things have to be transmitted by word of | ||
| mouth, he thought. It wasn’t exactly that they were secrets; God | ||
| revealed his secrets easily to all his creatures. | ||
| He had only one explanation for this fact: things have to be | ||
| transmitted this way because they were made up from the pure life, | ||
| and this kind of life cannot be captured in pictures or words. | ||
| Because people become fascinated with pictures and words, and | ||
| wind up forgetting the Language of the World. | ||
| THE BOY COULDN’T BELIEVE WHAT HE WAS SEEING: THE oasis, rather than | ||
| being just a well surrounded by a few palm trees—as he had seen | ||
| once in a geography book—was much larger than many towns back | ||
| in Spain. There were three hundred wells, fifty thousand date trees, | ||
| and innumerable colored tents spread among them. | ||
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