The “touch stone” – La “piedra de toque”


 

It is said that there was once an old wise man who revealed to someone a fabulous secret called “the touch stone”. By finding such talisman one could obtain anything he wished. The Touch Stone could be found, as the wise man said, among the pebbles in the beach. All that was needed was to stroll along the beach and gather pebbles. If one of the pebbles felt somewhat warmer to the touch, which is quite unusual with stones, there and then the Touch Stone had been found. The man to whom the secret was revealed went immediately to his house and decided to spend one hour each day to search for such a treasure. Each morning after dawn, he gathered pebbles in the beach. Each time he took a pebble which felt cold he threw it to the sea. This practice continued hour after hour, day after day, week after week, year after year. Each pebble felt cold, and each pebble was immediately thrown to the sea. However, he felt consolation thinking that that activity was healthy, and even pleasant. In fact, years having passed by, he had practically forgotten the reason for his strolls on the beach as he enjoyed himself looking to the sea, observing the waves, and listening o the seagulls while he kept throwing pebble after pebble to the sea. It became an enjoyable habit, almost like a game.

But then, late one morning, it happened that he grabbed a pebble which felt warmer than the others. The man, whose conscience hardly perceived the difference, threw it to the sea.  He did not realize that he had cast away the Touch Stone; the treasure whose search had began so many years before.        

(The philosophical stone?)

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Se cuenta de un hombre al que un anciano sabio reveló un secreto fabuloso llamado "la piedra de toque". Se trataba de hallar dicho talismán tras lo cual estaría a su alcance todo aquello que deseara. La Piedra de Toque podría encontrarse, según le informó el sabio, entre los guijarros de una playa. Todo cuanto debía hacer era pasear por la orilla e ir recogiendo guijarros. Si una de esas piedras la sentía tibia al tacto, cosa contraria a lo que suele suceder con los guijarros, habría encontrado la Piedra de Toque. El hombre se marchó inmediatamente a su casa y decidió dedicar una hora cada día a la búsqueda de tal tesoro. Y cada mañana al amanecer recogía piedras en la playa. Cuando agarraba un guijarro que sentía frío, lo tiraba al mar. Esta práctica continuó hora tras hora, día tras día, semana tras semana, mes tras mes, año tras año. Cada guijarro se sentía frío. Cada guijarro era inmediatamente lanzado al mar. Sin embargo, se consolaba pensando que aquella práctica resultaba sana y agradable. De hecho, pasados los años, casi había olvidado la razón de sus paseos matinales por la playa, disfrutaba mirando el mar, observando el oleaje, escuchando a las gaviotas y recoger y tirar los guijarros pasó a ser casi un juego divertido, un hábito.

Pero entonces, tarde en una mañana, sucedió que tomó un guijarro que sintió tibio, a diferencia de los demás. El hombre, cuya conciencia apenas percibió la diferencia, lo lanzó al mar. Ni siquiera se dio cuenta de que había tirado La Piedra de Toque, el tesoro cuya búsqueda había comenzado hacía tantos años."

        (¿la piedra filosofal?

 

 

About amartingarcia

General surgeon (retired). Studied Western philosophy at U of Toronto. Afterwards interest turned to advaita vedanta and non-duality for past 20 yrs, plus a long interlude in Sufism coinciding with that period. Now contributing in ’Advaita Vision’ with regular posts and discussions.
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