builders of carriages and railway employees to remember.
"But why?" I asked the man.
"Because that's the width between the wheels on the carriages."
"But surely the wheels are that distance apart because the tracks are."
"Look, just because I work in a railway station doesn't mean I know everything about trains. That's just the way things are."
He was no longer a happy person, at peace with his work; he could answer one question, but could go no further. I apologized and spent what remained of the fifteen minutes staring at the tracks, feeling intuitively that they were trying to tell me something.
Strange though it may seem, the tracks seemed to be saying something about my marriage, and about all marriages.
The actor arrived, and he was far nicer than I expected, despite being so famous. I left him at my favorite hotel and went home. To my surprise, Marie was there waiting for me, saying that, due to adverse weather conditions, filming had been put off until the following week.
I assume that, since today is Thursday, you'll be going to the restaurant."
"Do you want to come too?"
"Yes, I do. Why? Would you prefer to go alone?"
"Yes, I would."
"Well, I've decided to come anyway. The man hasn't yet been born who can tell me where I can and cannot go."
"Do you know why all railway tracks are 143.5 centimeters apart?"
"I can try and find out on the Internet. Is it important?"
"Very."
"Leaving railway tracks to one side for the moment, I was talking to some friends of mine who are fans of your books. They think that anyone who can write books like A Time to Rend and a Time to Sew, or the one about the shepherd or the pilgimage to Santiago, must be some kind of sage who has an answer for everything."
"Which is not quite true, as you know."
"What is the truth, then? How is it that you can pass on to your readers things that are beyond your own knowledge?"
"They're not beyond my knowledge. Everything that's written in my books is part of my soul, part of the lessons I've learned throughout my life, and which I try to apply to myself. I'm a reader of my own books. They show me things that I already knew, even if only unconsciously."
"What about the reader?"
"I think it's the same for the reader. A book - and we could be talking about anything here, a film, a piece of music, a garden, the view of a mountain - reveals something. 'Reveal' means both to unveil and to reveil. Removing the veil from something that already exists is different from me trying to teach others the secret of how to live a better life.
"Love is giving me a pretty hard time at the moment, as you know. Now this could be seen as a descent into hell or it could be seen as a revelation. It was only when I wrote A Time to Rend and a Time to Sew that I understood my own capacity for love. And I learned this while I was actually typing the words and sentences."
"But what about the spiritual side? What about the spirituality that appears to be present on every page of your books?"
"I'm beginning to like the idea of you coming with me to the Armenian restaurant, because you'll learn - or, rather, become conscious of - three important things. First, that as soon as people decide to confront a problem, they realize that they are far more capable than they thought they were. Second, that all energy and all knowledge come from the same unknown source, which we usually call God. What I've tried to do in my life, ever since I first started out on what I believe to be my path, is to honor that energy, to connect up with it every day, to allow myself to be guided by the signs, to learn by doing and not by thinking about doing.
"Third, that no one is alone in their troubles; there is always someone else thinking, rejoicing, or suffering in the same way, and that gives us the strength to confront the challenge before us."
"Does that include suffering for love?"
"It includes everything. If there is suffering, then it's best to accept it, because it won't go away just because you pretend it's not there. If there is joy, then it's best to accept that too, even though you're afraid it might end one day. Some people can only relate to life through sacrifice and