I love Tarot cards and I get my good advices from it. Soon I found myself more often in the village and less often in the quiet solitude of his lonely hut. In the village, I began to feel scorn for the people who looked down upon him for his lack of worldly knowledge and his lack of material possessions. Once again, I fell from the habit of thinking one thought at a time, and my mind raced with dark plans of revenge for the arrogance of the villagers.

I do not like them not only for the things they possessed, but also for the manner in which they lorded their possessions over me. They called me ignorant, and they laughed at my crude clothes. They stopped laughing, however, when a strange malady swept through the village and everyone.

And I know how to cure this fever. It is a simple matter of knowing which roots to chew and which berries to eat." The people of the village, who were now on the verge of death from their flu, begged me to save their lives. "I will give you the remedy you seek, " I said to them, "but first, you will let me go from house to house and take whatever I wish to keep."

The villagers agreed, but as they watched me amass the possessions from their homes, they complained vigorously that the things I took from them where beyond his use or appreciation. "You take our books, and you cannot read. You take our musical instruments, and you cannot play. You take our jewels and have no sense of their worth. What good are these things to you?" they asked in bitterness. "What good are these things to you if you are dead?" I replied.

At last, when I had carried off the finest possessions the village had to offer, I gave them the roots and berries they needed to cure their sickness. Afterwards, the villagers demanded that I give back their possessions. "You took advantage of our sickness, " they cried. "We were desperate. Give us back our things." "I don’t have them anymore, " I told them. " I buried them in a cave." "Why did you take these things from us?" the villagers demanded to know. "Only so that you could not have them," I replied. My mind danced with the many things I had taken from them, and my thoughts scrambled as busy as wasps in a hive. Though I had long wanted revenge, I was surprised at how unsatisfied it left me.

Somehow, I expected the people of the village to be grateful for saving their lives, but they never were; furthermore, they never let me forget the many things he took from them through my vicious bargain. Soon, I realized I was no longer welcomed in the village, and I stopped going there altogether.

Alone again in my hut, a sadness crept into my heart that I could not put a name to. I tried to tell myself that the villagers had earned their losses, and that if they had only been kind to me, I would have gladly cured them for nothing at all. Still, while I was able to convince myself that I had strong justification for taking their things, I felt no joy in my ownership

I had not buried their possessions in a cave; I kept them in my hut where I could hold them in my hands and ponder the grip of these objects had on the villagers’ imaginations. As the days passed, the sadness grew stronger within me, it was as though the sickness of the village had come back to haunt me as a drain upon my soul.