Once there was a stonecutter from a mountainous region.
He used to work day after day, from sunrise to sunset, receiving little, just enough for his food and drink.
Returning from another hard day at work, he passed by a merchant's house and saw his sumptuous life - sitting on cushions while eating and dressing well, without having to work so hard.
And in his heart he said to himself, "O! How I wanted to be that man."
Suddenly, an Angel from Heaven came and said, "It will be so!"
Then he found himself in the situation of that man: rich, with rings on his fingers and no more calluses.
With his back reclined on huge cushions and no longer curved under the sun.
His dream had come true …
On the next day, as he looked out of his mansion's window, he saw the sultan's procession.
Guards behind and in front of him, while he was carried on a litter by servants in lush robes.
Everyone around him bowed to him, while the figure of the monarch shone with power and authority.
Seeing that scene, the man said to himself, "O! How I wanted to be that sultan!"
Suddenly, an angel came and told him: "This will be done!".
And there he was, on a throne, surrounded by servants for all his needs.
The world was at his feet. There were wives, concubines, and a whole court of viziers and nobles to dispose of him.
A powerful army, horses, elephants, cannons, and whatever else might have power over the land.
He finally seemed satisfied ...
Walking through the garden of his palace, he saw the reflection of the sun on a fountain. He looked up, and there it was, the Sun: magnificent, radiant, strong as it was.
It dried lakes and burned forests.
It made men desperate for water: it was the true translation of power.
Then, his heart, desirous, wanted to be the Sun itself.
Then, from Heaven, an angel came down and said to him, "So be it!"
There he was, in heaven, radiating over the earth.
Relentless, hot as nothing else was, powerful as no human had ever dreamed.
He was the king of the stars.
Then, when he once tried to shine on a city, which he wanted to punish with drought, a cloud prevented him.
It covered his rays and water fell from it, which made the forests grow, the rivers fill and people were happy or saddened by the floods.
There was nothing the sun could do when the clouds decided to block it.
Sad, feeling helpless, he wished in his heart: "O! How I wanted to be a cloud."
Then, for him, an angel came up to him saying: "So it will be!"
And when he realized he was a cloud.
Floating through the skies, and terrifying with storms.
Making the forests sprout, and the rivers filling up. That was power.
Floating over a mountain range, he decided to rain on a mountain.
He rained, he rained and he rained, however, the rock did not seat like the earth, trees, people or animals.
No matter how strong the torrent was, the mountain was there, relentless.
Desperate for his helplessness, he wished to be that mountain.
And so the angel appeared to him again, and turned him into a mountain.
And there he was, neither the sun nor the rain could make him fall apart. Nothing made him fear.
It seemed that he had finally achieved the desired power he wanted.
One morning, he woke up and felt a knock on his base.
He looked down, and there was a little man, a stonecutter, who was consuming him.
The man would beat and beat again, pulling large pieces out of him.
And he, helpless, immobile, what could he do? He was being consumed, and his power greater than the sun and clouds no longer made sense.
Heartbroken by that harsh reality, he wished deep down in his heart: "Oh, how I wanted to be that stonecutter!"
