Once upon a time, there lived a stone cutter who was dissatisfied with his life. One day, he passes by a beautiful mansion on his way to work. It belonged to a wealthy merchant. He paused in mere amusement, glaring at human creation’s beauty.
From where he stood, he saw delicate possessions, renowned guests, and plenty of workers and servants all set to work. He became envious and deeply worshiped to have everything the wealthy and powerful merchant did.
Suddenly, the stone cutter swept into the merchant, taking over his mind and body. He was aware of the merchant’s innermost feelings, thoughts and memories. He felt the joy of owning all the luxuries in the world money could buy. He knew the pleasure of holding such a respectable position in society. So many honored him while many more envied him.
After a few days of enjoying the merchant’s life, he saw a Sultan carried in a sedan chair accompanied by attendants, soldiers and servants. Despite their power and wealth, everyone was obliged to bow before this figure worshiped as God.
After seeing this, he knew he had been mistaken about the merchant’s power and status. In a split second, he moved into the body of the Sultan, mighty and feared. He knew what it felt like to be exalted and glorified by the entire kingdom, to hold power to pardon or take a man’s life and to be respected by sultans and kings from other lands. And with all this power came exclusive luxury as a bonus that anyone could ever dream of.
One day, he was extreme unease on a hot summer noon. His overweight body made the heat even more intolerable. He looked up at the sun and thought about how it was unaffected by his presence. He then swiftly became the sun, blazing with glory, the source of life and strength of every living creature on the planet.
He continued to radiate until a massive storm gathered below him, hindering the strength of his rays. The storm then burst into the pouring rain. Seeing this, he became the cloud. He felt the incredible power of its existence as it swept along the sky, flooding everything it wished to. There was nothing that could beat the storm.
Not too late did he realize that the entire root of his power was yet another force- wind; the strength of the rain was negligible without the wind. And so he became it, blowing off the roofs of houses, uprooting trees and everything else that came in its way.
Yet another force strangled its ego- a huge towering rock. The wind would low against it with a velocity and force of the ultimate magnitude. The rock would stand still, unmoved and indispensable.
He then became it; a solid, dense, immortal, powerful existential factor on earth. Then, after a while, he heard a familiar sound, the sound that is heard when a set of tools strikes a rock.
“…chink, chink, chink…”
“…chink, chink, chink…”
He then felt himself being chiseled– cut into, re-formed. He looked down at the artist, the figure of a stone cutter!