maybe he was also learning the universal language that deals with the past and the present of all people.
“Hunches,” his mother used to call them. The boy was beginning to understand that intuition is really a sudden immersion
of the soul into the universal current of life, where the histories of all people are connected,
and we are able to know everything, because it’s all written there.
“Maktub,” the boy said, remembering the crystal merchant. The desert was all sand in some stretches, and rocky in others.
When the caravan was blocked by a boulder, it had to go around it; if there was a large rocky area, they had to make a major detour.
If the sand was too fine for the animals’ hooves, they sought a way where the sand was more substantial.
In some places, the ground was covered with the salt of dried-up lakes.
The animals balked at such places, and the camel drivers were forced to dismount and unburden their charges.
The drivers carried the freight themselves over such treacherous footing, and then reloaded the camels.
If a guide were to fall ill or die, the camel drivers would draw lots and appoint a new one.
But all this happened for one basic reason: no matter how many detours and adjustments it made, the caravan moved toward the same compass point.
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