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The Most Powerful Creation

 

In a time not so long ago, a man was tilling his field under the blazing sun.

The man, feeling hot and thirsty, thought, “The sun is powerful, I wish I were the sun.”

Then a curious thing happened. He became the sun.

“Wow this is wonderful. Now I am the most powerful creature.” And the man gave all his might, and all the earth became extremely hot.

While the man, being the sun, was enjoying his newfound identity, a thick and dark cloud came rolling by and covered the sun. Hard did he try but the sun couldn’t pierce through the cloud.

“Oh…oh…this cloud seems more powerful than the sun. I wish I would be the thickest and darkest cloud in all the world.” And wonders seemed to abound that day, for the man that was the sun turned into a very dark cloud, thick with rain. The cloud was so overreaching that the world was engulfed with darkness.

“Now, the sun is at my mercy. Surely I am very powerful.”

The cloud then covered the sun and poured rain on earth as never been before; and the earth was inundated.

Then a strong wind blew away the cloud. The cloud drifted to the east, then to the west and to wherever the whims of the wind took it.

“Tsk…tsk…” The cloud thought. “This wind is strong. It toyed on me as if I were a feather. It’s great to be a mighty wind.” Before he was through with these words he became a strong wind.

And the wind blew on the clouds, on the trees and on houses. Then he came upon a wall.

“Hah. I will topple this wall easily.” He boasted.

 He blew on the wall with all his might, but alas he failed to destroy it.

“Truly this stone wall is a marvel. It can withstand the mightiest wind. Could I be a stonewall?”

Unsurprisingly, he became a mighty stone wall sitting on a wide field. But instantly he felt a stinging pain and found himself being hammered by a man.

The wall was helpless with the man’s ceaseless pounding, and slowly it crumbled down. At the last moment the man-turned-stone-wall realized his follies.

“I only wish now to be a man again.”

And then he was once again the same man toiling the same field. He was the same man with only one difference.

He realized “I am the best that I could ever be.”

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