The silence was the worst aspect of the night, when the mere groan of a camel—which before had been nothing but the groan of a camel—
now frightened everyone, because it might signal a raid. The camel driver, though, seemed not to be very concerned with the threat of war.
“I’m alive,” he said to the boy, as they ate a bunch of dates one night, with no fires and no moon.
“When I’m eating, that’s all I think about. If I’m on the march, I just concentrate on marching.
If I have to fight, it will be just as good a day to die as any other.
“Because I don’t live in either my past or my future. I’m interested only in the present.
If you can concentrate always on the present, you’ll be a happy man.
You’ll see that there is life in the desert, that there are stars in the heavens, and that tribesmen fight because they are part of the human race.
Life will be a party for you, a grand festival, because life is the moment we’re living right now.”
Two nights later, as he was getting ready to bed down, the boy looked for the star they followed every night.
He thought that the horizon was a bit lower than it had been, because he seemed to see stars on the desert itself.
“It’s the oasis,” said the camel driver. “Well, why don’t we go there right now?” the boy asked.
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