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The waterfall is strong, the current is impetuous and constant, the wind echoes between the banks of the Canyon, the salmon swims undaunted against the current.

Although swimming against the current is against nature, he doesn't stop; he continues, fin after fin, tail beat after tail. In fact, I say, among a thousand salmon he runs, he runs faster than the bear's paw, than his jaws, than the claw and beak of the noble eagle as she glides in the river.

He swims, he keeps swimming, fixed on the goal, fixed on the finish line, and his eyes in his heart, in his soul, only one path.

He keeps swimming, the desire is strong, the goal ever closer, only one will arrive, the others will perish. Only one will truly know who he is, only one will give his life to his desire, to his goal.

A thousand voices that echo and will say, "But you, salmon, why do you keep swimming?" Against the current, Who makes you do it? Who pushes you to swim against the current?

He replies, It may be against the current for you, but for me it's just the beginning of the journey. What awaits me at the end of it, I already know it. I already know my goal.

I desire it, and I keep swimming because that hope in my heart that you others can't understand, and I don't care about you others. If I did, I'd swim with you and not

The metal is raw, the furnace is hot, the atmosphere is scorching, the thin air creates a fog in the blacksmith's shop. Blow after blow, the raw metal takes shape. The blacksmith has drawn his figure on the metal, which, blow after blow, axe after axe, takes on ever greater shape. And more light in the darkness of the furnace. The water cools the blade and a fog is created, like the fog on the rugged hills rising under the mistral wind. Well, yes, these last two lines are not my fiction. Meanwhile, in the blacksmith's shop, his work of art takes on ever greater shapes, detail after detail, with an almost obsessive attention, like the artist who is proud of his work. He continues to give shape to the raw metal. He sees something in that metal where everyone else sees only metal, and he sees something rarer. Almost almost a diamond. A diamond, yes, a rough diamond that needs to be pressed, forged to give form to the energy that only he recognizes. Just as God infused man with the energy of creation, the energy of creation places its strength, its creativity, in man. that What are we if not the mirror of the soul, the mirror of the universe, and the blacksmith still continues to shape the metal, what will become of the metal's end, and he does not know, only posterity will decide the arduous task, only the jeweler will discover what incredible metal and work of art the blacksmith will forge, but perhaps, And I say perhaps, we can ask the forge, yes, my forge, what do you have in store for us? ...whisper in my ear what you want to tell me, what will become of the metal, just as you listened to the blacksmith as he completed his work, I listen to you.