and this kind of life cannot be captured in pictures or words.
Because people become fascinated with pictures and words, and wind up forgetting the Language of the World.
The boy couldn’t believe what he was seeing: the oasis, rather than being just a well surrounded by a few palm trees—
as he had seen once in a geography book—was much larger than many towns back in Spain.
There were three hundred wells, fifty thousand date trees, and innumerable colored tents spread among them.
“It looks like A Thousand and One Nights,” said the Englishman, impatient to meet with the alchemist.
They were surrounded by children, curious to look at the animals and people that were arriving.
The men of the oasis wanted to know if they had seen any fighting,
and the women competed with one another for access to the cloth and precious stones brought by the merchants.
The silence of the desert was a distant dream; the travelers in the caravan were talking incessantly, laughing and shouting,
as if they had emerged from the spiritual world and found themselves once again in the world of people.
They were relieved and happy. They had been taking careful precautions in the desert,
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