The Stonecutter

In D’ni during the reign of King Jaron, was a stonemason assigned to the enlargement of the Rudenna Passage. Each day he knelt by the walls of stone deep in the tunnels, chipping away. It was long and dusty work, and he was weary.

One day, the King himself came to see the progress being made. The stonemason beheld the King in all his finery, with all his attendants, and in his heart he raised his voice to Yahvo:

“Yahvo, I have worked hard and honestly in service to D’ni all my life. Please, raise me up to live a life of luxury and ease like the King?”

As is often the case, there was no reply, and he bent his weary head back to his work.

When he awoke the next morning, he found his wish granted. He moved into a grand home, high in a wealthy district, and vowed never to set chisel to stone again. He lived in this way for some time, until one day while he took his repose in a beautiful Eder.

The sun blazed high in the sky, causing the man to remove some of his robes, and seek the shade. And as he drifted to sleep in the heat of the day, he sent his thoughts again to Yahvo. “Mighty Yahvo, All my wealth means little, if the sun can send even me running for shelter.”

Again when he woke, he found himself changed, burning high and bright over the world. He gloried in this, and sent burning rays of sunlight onto the Age, withering the plants, and sending the people there fleeing into the Linkin Book back to D’ni.

The sun-man pondered this. “Yahvo” he said “Even the Sun has no power over D’ni, for D’ni lies deep underground, and the people are protected there.” And as the sun set, the man felt himself change once again.

Hard as stone he became, cool and sheltered, the home of the vast thousands of the D’ni, and he thought “Nothing has more power than D’ni!”. But slowly, slowly he heard a sound…a taptaptap…and he saw himself, a lowly stonecutter there, in the tunnel working, slowly taking bits of stone away from the cavern walls.

And in his daydreaming, Yahvo revealed to him that nothing has no power, and nothing has all power, and each thing has a place.

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