The philosopher’s stone (story)- La piedra filosofal (cuento)


 
A scholar in Ancient India once decided to go on a search for the philosopher’s stone – that legendary object reputed to have the magical power of turning base metals into gold, for which men through the ages have crossed the seven seas. His plan was to walk right across the length and breadth of the country and try out all the small stones and pebbles he could find on an iron belt he wore for this purpose. One of these pebbles, he reasoned, could turn out to be the much sought after philosopher’s stone. Accordingly, he began his quest, and diligently rubbed every pebble he could find on his iron belt. Even though he tried several millions of stones, his belt stubbornly remained one hudred per cent iron. This went on for days, and days slowly turned into months and months into years. By now, the scholar’s pursuit had lost much of his original interest and excitement and had become a monotonous ritual. Now when he rubbed the pebble on his belt he barely looked to see if it changed into gold. One day…
 
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Hubo una vez un hombre erudito en la antigua India que decidió ir en busca de la piedra filosofal – ese objeto legendario al que se le atribuye el poder mágico de convertir metales brutos en oro, y por el cual los hombres han cruzado los siete mares a través de los tiempos. Su plan fue el de caminar por todo el país de uno al otro extremo y probar todas las piedras y guijarros pequeños que encontrase frotándolas en un cinturón de hierro que llevaba con ese fin. Pensó que alguna de esas pequeñas piedras podría ser la que tanto deseaba encontrar. la piedra filosofal. De acuerdo con este plan, comenzó su búsqueda por todo lo ancho del país y diligentemente iba frotando cada guijarro que encontraba en su cinturón. Pero aun cuando probó millones de pequeñas piedras, su cinturón permanecía cien por cien hierro. Esto continuó por días y días, que se convirtieron en meses, y los meses en años. Al final, el estudioso iba  perdiendo el interés y la excitación del principio de su búsqueda, que llegó a ser un ritual monótono. Frotaba las piedras en su cinturón y ya ni siquiera miraba para ver si éste se había convertido en oro. Un día,,,

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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