Parable about the stoner Everything in the world is clear. And this is once again confirmed by today’s parable about the stoneman.

The stonecutter worked richly and importantly. He worked at the quarries all day long, until the darkness descended to the ground. His hands were strained and covered with spotless calluses. His back was always bent, and his face was frowning and drawn.

He’s unlucky. And once he said: This is not life. Why did my share give me so much, who? Why can’t I be rich? Yakbi, when I became rich, I became happy.
An angel appeared to you and said: “What can stay with you so that you realize that you are rich and happy?”

• It’s simple. If I were rich, I would be alive in the city, in a wonderful apartment on the upper side. I could have mercy on the sky. There would be a large canopied bed next to the room, covered with cold woven sheets, and I would sleep there all day long. Then I would be happy.

“You are rich,” said the Angel, waving his hand.
I became rich. Vіn is alive near the city, near a wonderful apartment in the best possible way. I slept in a bed covered with cold sheets and was happy.

It lasted until the moment when one wound was not disturbed by the noise that came down the street. Jumping out of the tray and running up to the window. Having marveled, he admired the majestic golden carriage. She had harnessed horses, and soldiers came behind her. That’s the King. And the people who filled the streets flocked to him and adored him.

I am rich in raptovozumiv, so unhappy.

• I’m so miserable. The king is a more powerful man than me. If I had become a King, I would have been completely happy.

And Angol appeared again and said: Now you are the King.
I became king. I’m happy. He realized his power and power. And it behooved him, as people express their devotion, both those who serve him, and those who can rule, whether they may live or die. And we will be happy.

Once upon a time I lost my respect in the Son. And I realized that you can make such speeches as you have never dreamed of. You see, as the Sun transforms the fields from green to yellow, and from yellow to brown. It is great, as the Sun dries up the widest rivers and does not deprive anything other than the dry banks covered by the mule. Vіn bachiv, as the Sun spares life itself, dzherela life.

And here he understands that he is unhappy.

• I’m so miserable. The sun may not, no. If I had become a Sun, I would have been happy.

And I appeared again to New Angol and said: Ti – Son.
I became the Son. I’m happy. You realized your strength and power. And it became necessary for him that he could turn the lush green fields into brown ones, dry up the rivers and change the light. And I will truly be happy.

And in the light of the light, standing at the zenith and radiating its strength.

It was worth it until the end of the winter without noticing the gloom, the great black thunderstorm gloom. And once again, with the power of the water of the Khmara, which transforms the brown, dried fields into flowering kilami, which replenishes the rivers with the power that flows water and life turns the light.

I fell into depression.

• I’m so miserable. Tsya Khmara can do a lot for me. If only I could become Khmara, then I would be happy forever.

I appeared to you Angol and said: Ti – Khmara.
And I became gloomy, and I became immensely happy. You have enjoyed your strength and ability. And it became necessary for him to be able to direct the work of the Sun and revive life there, where, it seemed, nothing living had been lost. And from the very beginning I will be truly happy.

Until one time he looked at Skelya in front of him. And she is strong, like she is, black, strong, unbreakable – immutable. And having noted that no matter how long and heavily watered their boards, nothing could change or destroy the Skele. The skelya was strong and stable.

And I once again felt the bitterness of misfortune. And saying: “I’m so miserable.” If I instantly become skeleton, I will know the knowledge and happiness.

And Angol appeared again and said: Ti – Skelya.
I became the Rock, and enjoyed my strength and power, and became happy. He is happy with his inability and brutality. You should have realized that you could resist anything that Nature had in store for you. Laughing at the Sun and mocking the Thunderstorm.

“I’ll find myself becoming the most powerful in the world,” the stonemason thought.
I once realized that my form is changing. And here, far below, right down to the very bottom, another stonemason was wielding a cutter.
Think about your food: – What does Happiness mean to you?

Is it really necessary for you to protect those whom you destroy?
What is positive and cool about you right now?
Be Happy!