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Today I will tell you a story that I like very much, I hope you like.
Before the law there is a guardian. A peasant presents himself in front of this guardian, and requests that he permit him to enter into the Law. But the guardian answers that for the moment, he can not allow him to enter. The man reflects and ask if later he will be allowed to enter.
-Perhaps - the sentry says - but not for the time being..
The door that opens into the Law is open, as usual; When the guardian moves aside, the man leans over to spy. The guardian sees it, he smiles and tells him:
- If your desire is so great that you try to enter in spite of my prohibition. But remember I am powerful. And I am only the most remote of the guardians. Between rooms there are also guardians, each one more powerful than the other. Right now the third guardian is so terrible that I can not even look at him.
The peasant had not foreseen these difficulties; the Law should always be accessible for all, he thinks, but when noticing the guardian, with his coat of skins, his big aquiline nose, his beard black as Tartar, thin and black, he decides that there is need to wait while he lives.. The guardian gives him a stool and allows him to sit down at the side of the door.
There he waits for days and years. He attempts infinite times entering and he fatigues the guardian with his pleas. Frequently the guardian chats briefly with him, he has questions on his country and on many other things; But they are indifferent questions, like those of important gentlemen, and finally he always repeats that he can not allow him to enter. The man, that has provided many things for the journey, sacrifices everything that is of value to bribe the guardian. He accepts everything indeed, but he tells him :
- I accept it so you do not believe that you have omitted any effort.
During those long years, the man observes the guardian almost continuously: He forgets about the others and he thinks that this is the only obstacle that separates him from the Law. He curses his bad luck, during the first years audaciously and aloud; Later, as he ages, he only murmurs to himself. He returns to childhood, and in his careful and long contemplation of the guardian, he has gotten to know to the fleas of the skin of his neck, also he begs to the fleas that they help him and convince the guardian. Finally his sight weakens, and he no longer knows if there is really less light, or if only his eyes are deceived. But he distinguishes a brilliance in between darkness that arises inextinguishable from the door of the Law. He already has a short time to live.. Before death, all experiences of those many years melt into one another in his mind in a single question, that until now he has not formulated . He motions to the guardian in order that he approach, since the rigor of death begins to harden his body. The guardian is compelled to bend down very much to talk with him, because the disparity of statures between both has increased a lot in the course of time, because of the peasant's impairment.
- What do you want to know now? - asks the guardian. You are insatiable.
-All make an effort to arrive to the Law - the man says -; How is he possible then than during so many years nobody more than I attempted to enter?
The guardian understands that the man is to die, and so that his fainting senses perceive his words, he tells him next to his hearing with a deafening voice:
- Nobody could attempt it because this entrance was only for you. Now I am going to close it.
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