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Wisdom of The Sands
Wisdom of The Sands
by
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Spiritual Science
Published by University of Chicago Press/IL in 1979
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When I first read this book, apparently I missed reading Walter
alter
Fowlie's wonderful Introduction. Reading introductions,
prefaces, forewords, and acknowledgments of books is an
acquired taste, similar to eating the crust of bread slices — it's
not for the young. In this passage Fowlie eplains the process of
the book!
[page +1] $or % hae lit on a great truth to wit, that all men
dwell, and life-s meaning changes for them with the meaning
of the home.
(nd now we come upon the theme within the theme! the
meaning of things. (ntoine de "aint)*up+ry wrote this entire
book about the meaning of things. his theme is like sand
flowing through the hourglass of this wonderful book — the
sand of the hourglass has no meaning in itself, the meaning in
us, what meaning we make of the flowing sand. his re&iew of
Citadelle gi&es me a chance to place my hand into the hourglass
of time and allow me to share with you, dear Reader, some
grains of sand that flow through my fingers.
(s the story unfolds, one cannot help but remember the -/s
when so many questions were asked about our culture, when so
many young people demonstrated against old traditions, and
when so many beautiful structures were laid in ruins to be
replaced by concrete parking lots and the ilk.
[page +2, +7] And then his ictims, now that the house has
lost its meaning for them, fall to dismantling it. Thus men
destroy their best possession, the meaning of things on feast
days they pride themseles on standing out against old
custom, and betraying their traditions, and toasting their
enemy. True, they may feel some 8ualms as they go about
their deeds of sacrilege. 4o long as there is sacrilege. 4o long
as there still is something against which they reolt. Thus for
a while they continue trading on the fact that their foe still
breathes, and the ghostly presence of the laws still hampers
them enough for them to feel li&e outlaws. 6ut presently the
ery ghost dissoles into thin air, and the rapture of reolt is
gone, een the "est of ictory forgotten. And now they yawn.
[page +7] 9n the ruins of the palace they hae laid out a
public s8uare: but once the pleasure of trampling its stones
with upstart arrogance has lost its "est, they being to wonder
what they are doing here, on this noisy fairground. And now,
lo and behold, they fall to picturing, dimly as yet, a great
house with a thousand doors, with curtains that billow on
your shoulders and slumbrous anterooms. ;erchance they
dream een of a secret room, whose secrecy perades the
whole ast dwelling. Thus, though they &now it not, they are
pining for my father-s palace where eery footstep had a
meaning.
he book theme has mo&ed from the citadel, to the meaning of
things, to the $I$ or human spirit that infuses the world with its
ali&eness and creati&ity. 2ne cannot speak of such things
without soaring thoughts and magniloquent words3 one cannot
speak of such things unless one writes as eloquently as (ntoine
de "aint)*up+ry.
%e speaks of how the breast beam of one's ship groans when the
storm tosses one's ship about and how the *arth itself groans
when an earthquake tosses one's house about! $2nly behold
today how that which should be silent is gi&ing tongue.$ (nd
when the *arth begins to speak, what is it that men are fearful
for0
(s I read further into this book, I became the caïd , the young
chieftain being instructed by the older chieftain "aint)*up+ry
and his words burned into me like the feathers burning to life
under my own father's wood)burning tool. With each page I
turned, another fiery thought was burned into me.
[page D@] )hat you do, you stablish: and that is all. %f when
progressing towards a certain goal, you ma&e(beliee to
moe towards another, only he who is tool of words will
thin& you cleer. )e do not deceie the tree: it grows as we
train it to grow and all else is words that weae the wind.
[page D#] -Tis the art of reasoning that leads men to ma&e
mista&es.
[page 72] . . . the liing tree clutches the earth and molds it
into flowers.
"ome of the lessons the great chieftain ga&e to his son was about
his generals and his police. hese I found most instructi&e and
would like to share them with you. First the generals of his
army!
We ha&e all argued our positions with others and ha&e usually
found no resolution in the argument, only bad feelings on both
parts, up until now. he author offers us this worthy ad&ice.
[page +1] Then ta&e today as it is gien you, and chafe not
against the irreparable. 3%rreparable3 indeed means
nothing: it is but the epithet of all that is bygone. And since
no goal is eer attained, no cycle eer completed, no epoch
eer ended Isae for the historian, who inents these
diisions for your conenienceJ, how dare you affirm that
any steps you hae ta&en which hae not yet reached, and
neer will reach, their consummation, are to be regretted5
$or the meaning of things lies not in goods that hae been
amassed and stored away which the sedentaries consume
but in the heat and stress of transformation, of pressing
forward, and of yearnings unassuaged.
[page +>+] $or you can only gie what you transform, as the
tree gies the fruits of the earth which it has transformed.
The dancer gies the dance into which she has transformed
her wal&ing steps.
he last story is about the chieftain's police officers, who $in
their lush stupidity$ ha&e confronted him and insisted that they
ha&e disco&ered a sect responsible for the downfall of the
empire. "o the chieftain asked them, $(nd how do you know
that these men are working in concert0$
When the chieftain asked how this secret society was a danger to
the empire, they told him of their crimes, rapes, ignobility, and
their repellant appearance. he chieftain did not dispute their
claim of a dangerous secret society, instead he followed the
ad&ice gi&en abo&e in the quotation from page # and in&ited
them to climb the mountain together.
[page ##<] 9nce all the men who bear that mar& hae been
traced out, loo& into their past. Hou will find they hae been
concerned in all manner of crimes from rapes and
&idnappings to embe""lement and treason, and public acts of
indecency not to mention their minor ices such as
gluttony. Eare you tell me they are innocent of such things53
he policemen shook their fists in anger and cried, $:o, no;$
1ut the carpenter spoke up and questioned what if one's father,
brother or kin had a mole on the left temple. he chieftain's
anger rose once more.
[page ###] 3%f the code sets a blac& mar& against those who
hae a mole on the bac& of the nec&, it is my pleasure that
my police officers, at the mere mention of such a man, feel
their fists clenching. And it is li&ewise my pleasure that your
sergeant ma=or weighs your merits by your s&ill in doing an
about turn. $or had he the right to =udge for himself he
might condone your aw&wardness because you are a great
poet. And li&ewise forgie the man beside you, because he is
a paragon of irtue. And li&ewise with the man next after
him, because he is a model of chastity. Thus =ustice would
preail. 6ut now suppose that, on the battlefield, a swift and
subtle feint, hinging on an about turn, is called for, then you
will see my troops blundering into each other, hugger(
mugger, and the enemy profiting by their confusion to wipe
them out* And much consolation will it be to the dying that
their sergeant ma=or thin&s well of them* Therefore % send
you bac& to your boards and plan&s, lest your loe of =ustice,
operating where it is misplaced, lead one day to a useless
shedding of blood.3
In a nutshell, in the police or the army you gotta ha&e men about
you that are good at doing about faces.