"A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.
"Rather
than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the
castle, saw a
hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the
corners, a
small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with
platters of
the most delicious food in that part of the world. The wise man conversed with
everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be
given the man's attention.
"The wise
man listened attentively to the boy's explanation of why he had come, but told
him that he
didn't have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. He suggested
that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours.
"
'Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something,' said the wise man, handing the
boy a
teaspoon that
held two drops of oil. 'As you wander around, carry this spoon with you
without
allowing the oil to spill.'
"The boy
began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his
eyes fixed on
the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man
was.
" 'Well,'
asked the wise man, 'did you see the Persian tapestries that are hanging in my
dining hall?
Did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create?
Did you notice
the beautiful parchments in my library?'
"The boy
was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only
concern had
been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.
" 'Then
go back and observe the marvels of my world,' said the wise man. 'You cannot
trust a man if
you don't know his house.'
"Relieved,
the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this
time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. He saw
the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers, and the
taste with which everything had been selected. Upon returning to the wise man,
he related in detail everything he had seen.
" 'But
where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?' asked the wise man.
"Looking
down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone.
" 'Well,
there is only one piece of advice I can give you,' said the wisest of wise men.
'The secret of
happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the
drops of oil
on the spoon.' "
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