The transformers are busy now, working nonstop and furiously. They reach their arms out toward the Sun in a fiery embrace that might burn more delicate characters, such as yours and mine. We certainly couldn’t fly into that flame, and yet the grasses and the weeds and other plants do it almost offhandedly. For as mighty as we might imagine ourselves to be, we cannot approach the ultimate source of power in this solar system but must receive its blessings secondarily.
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| The transformers hard at work. |
It is the transformers that have the honor of meeting
with the King. They dance a secret dance
we cannot know about, with music we cannot hear and caresses we dare not even
think of. To think of such things would
be death to our kind. Surely, we would
burn. No, we cannot take in the fiery
energy of the Sun. We cannot transform
it from active energy back into passive, potential energy. We cannot store the source of life the way
they can.
But we can steal it, and steal it, we do. We must approach the great fire in the sky
through the transformers. It is through
them—through the consumption of them—that we may partake of life’s energy. Yet we have our own gift. We know how to open the secret box where the
transformers hide the energy. We know
how to release the power and burn it up.
We know how to use the energy of the Sun to sustain our own bodies. We know how to manifest potentiality into
actuality.
The animals know this, too. They also cannot have an intimate
relationship with the Sun God as the transformers do. Like us, they must steal the energy after it
has been transformed and then unlock it, making it into something they can use,
something they can be. But they
complicate the cycle. Through them, we
are introduced to yet another stored form of the King, now twice removed. The passageways are different, but the prize
is the same. We know how to unlock their
secret box as well, freeing the energy for ourselves, continuing life.
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| Can you see the magic? |
The Sun is the ultimate source of power in this solar
system, and it powers everything. Absolutely everything. There is nothing
living in this world that has not in one way or another learned how to
incorporate this power. We are stardust,
after all, just branches on a golden tree.
The Great Alchemist is unconcerned with the ingredients, as all roads
lead to the Sorcerer’s Stone.
