Will you be part of it?
Rumor had it that, somewhere in India, there was a tree whose fruit freed people from old age and death. A wealthy patron decided to send one of his servants to find this marvel.
The man set off and, for years, he wandered through countless cities, mountains, and plains. Whenever he asked passers-by where the tree of life could be found, they smiled, thinking him mad. Those with a pure heart said, “It’s only gossip—give up this quest!”
Others, just to mock him, sent him toward distant forests.
The poor man never reached his goal, for what he sought was impossible. Losing hope, he began the journey home with tears in his eyes. On the way he met a “knackcatcher,” whose only riches were the memories of a long pilgrimage along dusty roads full of discoveries. He cried out:
“O catcher of gifts, have pity on me, for I am in despair!”
“Why are you so sad?” asked the knackcatcher.
“My patron charged me with finding a tree whose fruit is the very capital of life. Everyone covets it. I have searched for so long, in vain, and everyone has mocked me.”
“O naïve and gentle heart! That tree is knowledge. Only the wise understand it. Sometimes it is called a tree, sometimes the sun, the ocean, or a cloud. Its works are infinite, yet it is one. A man is your father, but he himself is the son of someone else.”
The knackcatcher burst out laughing.
To those who seek discovery: will you one day become knackcatchers? Will you, on your own road, help the seeker of the tree’s fruit to uncover its infinite works? Then come to us, into “Indéterieur,” for your training; and among the trees we cultivate, you will surely find the one that awaits you.
