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In the sky, two moons gazed at each other, reflecting the sun with all their might. The sun had set once again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nights on the planet were very cold. After dark, all the people of Saturn would retreat to their mountain homes. Life in the mountains was very solitary. The Saturnians, living in a state of constant flight or war, endured very difficult lives; if all went well, they might live to be fifty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the mountains, they fed on wild goats and wild herbs. They would build fires right next to their homes and roast the goat meat thoroughly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They spent their entire days in seclusion. They were deeply devoted to God. Every morning when they woke up, they never failed to give thanks for being alive once again on Saturn. They meditated throughout the day and gathered as a community to converse before the sun set.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They had no notebooks or pens to write with. They passed down their traditions and collective memories from one generation to the next; throughout their ten-thousand-year history, they had lived joyfully, raised families, brought up their children, and strived to develop their civilization.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Among them was Heki\u2014Saturn\u2019s Socrates, part doctor, part psychologist, physicist, storyteller, and clergyman\u2014a short, utterly ugly man. Heki was scheduled to see a patient that day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His patient was a typical Saturnian in his mid-twenties\u2014blue-eyed, with light brown hair, single, and a pleasant conversationalist, though he had contracted tuberculosis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He sat right next to Heki, by the fire. He didn\u2019t know where to begin. In fact, his illness was obvious: Maladi D\u2019amour. A victim of love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I can almost see the look on your face as you ask, \u201cCan there really be love on Saturn?\u201d You\u2019re curious, aren\u2019t you? Hold on a moment\u2014I\u2019m just as curious as you are about what\u2019s going to happen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-Heki, where should I start?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-With the first sentence that comes to mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-I\u2019m burning. My love for Hera has been going on for ten years. Every day, I watch her as she heads out to light the fire near her house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Every day?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Every day. She walks slowly, tucking her flowing hair behind her left ear. She\u2019s always well-groomed. She lives alone. No one in the village knows what happened to her parents. I\u2019ve been in love with her ever since I can remember\u2014ever since I was a child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After I finished puberty and had my bar mitzvah on Saturn (Saturnians also believed in the Jewish God), I began to see her more often. Over the years, she grew taller and more beautiful. Hashem is my witness that my passion and desire for her never faded. During our evening conversations, I tried so hard to get closer to her. But I couldn\u2019t. I wanted so much to open up to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was always waiting for the right moment to speak to her. I knew exactly when she would go to light the fire every day, and I\u2019d watch her from a distance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Years passed, months passed. I no longer wanted to wake up in the mornings. It was as if Saturn had come crashing down on my head. I\u2019d cry uncontrollably and stay in bed all day. I had stopped eating. My love for her had turned into a hopeless, infatuation. Those around me saw how I was and felt very sorry for me. That\u2019s how I fell ill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNow listen to me carefully. First, you\u2019ll boil the herbs I\u2019m giving you every morning and drink them. You\u2019ll also drink a Saturn spoonful (it was bigger than a soup spoon) of this syrup every night before going to bed. These will get you back on your feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now I want you to relax. Your whole body is relaxing, from your head to your toes. Your breathing is slowing down. Your thoughts and your mind are relaxing. Now you\u2019re very comfortable. We\u2019re going on a journey back to your childhood. Now tell me, what\u2019s the first thing you remember?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-I had a little lamb. I loved it very much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-Then what?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-Then a wolf came down from the mountain. I remember it vaguely. It was early in the morning. I was playing with my lamb. I heard growling in the distance. Then I got very scared and ran home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I saw what happened through the big window of the house. The wolf attacked my lamb. It left it covered in blood. My lamb died, thrashing helplessly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-How did you feel at that moment?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-I was so, so sad. I remember thinking I\u2019d never be happy again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
-This is exactly that moment. Now listen carefully to what I\u2019m about to tell you. That moment is gone. It will never happen again. That girl won\u2019t die like your lamb. You won\u2019t lose her. What\u2019s making you sick is actually the lingering traces of that memory. You\u2019ll slowly regain your strength and heal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m going to talk to that girl. It\u2019s clear she has feelings for you, too. On the night of the full moons, I\u2019ll dance around the fire and pray to Hashem to send you healing. You\u2019ll be back on your feet in a month or two.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A new life\u2014a life under Saturn\u2014awaits you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yes, our Saturn-inspired hero has recovered. Why don\u2019t you reflect on this story for a moment? In which area of your life do you need healing?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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