What's your takeaway after reading this folk tale?
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Tasaku was a lowly stonecutter. Each day the sound of his hammer and chisel rang out as he chipped away at the foot of the mountain He hewed the blocks of stone that formed the great temples and places.
He asked for nothing more than to work each day and this pleased the spirit who lived in the mountains.
One day, a prince went by. Soldiers preceded him, musicians and dancers followed him. He was clothed in beautiful silk robes, and his servants carried him aloft.
Tasaku watched until the magnificent procession had passed out of sight.
Tasaku cut no more stone and returned to his hut. He envied the prince. He looked up in the sky and wished aloud that he might have such great wealth. Then he slept.
The spirit who lived in the mountains heard him and that night transformed the stonecutter into a prince.
Tasaku was overjoyed. He lived in a palace and wore robes of the finest silk. Musicians played for him and servants bowed low. He commanded great armies and ruled over the land.
Every after noon Tasaku walked in his garden. He loved the fragrant petals and graceful vines. But the sun burned his flowers. He knelt over the withered blossoms and saw the power of the sun.
The spirit heard him.
Takasu became the sun, and he was happy for a time.
To show his power, he burned the fields and parched the lands. The people begged for water.
Then a cloud came and covered him, and the bright rays of the sun were obscured. Tasaku then knew the cloud was even more powerful than the sun. He told the spirit to change him into a cloud.
The spirit heard him.
Tasaku became the cloud. With his new power he made violent storms. Thunder rolled across the sky, rivers overran their banks, fields were flooded, huts and places were washed away.
But the mountains remained.
Tasaku was angry because the mountain was more powerful than the cloud. “Make me into the mountain!” Tasaku demanded. The spirit obeyed and then departed, for there was nothing more he could do.
Tasaku became the mountain. He was more powerful than the prince, stronger than the sun, mightier than the cloud.
But tasaku felt the sharp sting of a chisel. It was a lowly stonecutter, chipping away at his feet. Deep inside, he trembled.https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nCJn6xjXUd0QQqEw42IlY1vcEe98D8fAnjpVZ7MXlWQ/edit?usp=sharing