| I told the innkeeper that he was right. I had studied in England. I went to a
boarding in Worcester which is near Stratford Upon Avon. We would go to outings
at the Royal Shakespear Company. I always put my name down to go on these
outings. Not that I cared about Shakespear or drama. It was just a way of
getting a night out, away from the prison of the boarding house. During the
intermissions we would run to the nearest pub.... Anyway, I did go to that
theater and inside it was dark and the spotlight was on.... Concentrating the
mind.... But the words.... When one hears such words, one cannot help
oneself....
England was very good like that.... It was easy to get
cultured. It rained a lot and museums were free. So here I was walking and it
was raining. And I see this door and inside it's warm and dry. I go inside and
inside there are so many beautiful things. I walk around entranced.....
I
got round this corner and there before me it stood, tall white and.... I had
never seen anything like it. Actually this was only a reproduction of
Michelangelo's David.... Still I was enchanted.....
I had to discover how a
mere human had created this....
The way he would sculpt is to observe a
block of marble from the outside. Michelangelo would look and look at the piece
of marble and understand what was hidden deep inside . He would relax and see
the inner beauty and then he would chisel away the pieces of marble which are
not the sculpture. Once all the unwanted pieces were removed the exquisite work
of art would remain....
I just looked at the statue for I don't know....
Time stood still. I walked around David.... And I stood and I walked and I
stopped....
When I left, the rain had stopped. But by now I already
understood that inside there was so much....
Next time I was at
Stratford. I went inside and heard those words. Those powerful words and I was
in a trance inside.... I was a new person, a changed being....
The
innkeeper said, "then you'll understand the moral of my story. A few more
generations and not only no one knew how to make the special candles but the
Sheiks had forgotten the special words and by now they no longer knew the
special place, but some one still remembered the story of the candles, the
prayers and the special place and when they told the story their wishes would
come true....
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