by Shawn Allen
The Alchemist stood, just slightly off the center of the round floor, in the topmost room of the tower, and said, “Every moment of your life, every instant is an act of creation. Everything you see, and all the things you don’t see are engaged in the dance of birth, death and birth again.”
“Yes, yes, I’ve read the 66th Quatrain of Secrets,” the Apprentice said, “but just who is doing the creating?”
The Alchemist turned and his eyes pinned the younger man to the uncomfortable stool on which he was sitting. Before he could say anything, loud, mad laughter shattered the silence.
“THAT, would be the question wouldn’t it?” cackled the Fool from the far corner of the room.