Once upon a time, in a village, a division quarrel broke out. It was such a quarrel that the village almost consumed itself. A vicious cycle settled over the entire village. This was such a violent vicious cycle that everyone involved in the division quarrel in the village was blindly slaughtering each other. After a while, the number of people left to sow and cultivate what they couldn’t divide began to decrease significantly. Unable to see an end to this, they asked for help from outside. A group of people from a distant land came to the village in response to their call. “Alright,” said the leader of the arriving group, “we will finalize this by recording and registering everything here and adding all of your seals.” Of course, the work took some time; according to some rumors, it took several years to complete. Because when the ledger was just being formed, the villagers had the bushes added, and when that was finished, they had the rock pieces counted and added, and whatever their eyes could see was written in the ledger. When the ledger was complete, they stamped their seals and approved it.
Although this provided peace for a while, it did not last long. One person from the village ignited a fire of discord that no one would have imagined. The man claimed that the morning star belonged to him. In village communities, claims of ownership spread quickly. It is so fast that it overcomes roads, paths, and obstacles, immediately reaching inside homes. Some say that the news of ownership travels even faster than the news of death. To make a long story short, this news caused the entire village to revolt again. First, they turned on each other. A commotion and noise filled the air. “We had everything written down, we forgot to lift our heads and look at the sky,” they all lamented. One of them said, “Let’s go to that man’s house immediately.” Another, remembering the old times, said, “No, wait. Let’s forget about this, besides, the ledger is complete. Let night fall, let’s look at the sky, there will be something for all of us.” That night, everyone except that man gathered in the square. Of course, the night sky was full of countless sparkles. If you chose one, it was difficult to find its place again. They struggled until morning; “No, that’s yours, no, this is mine, where was mine?” and so on, until morning came. “Let’s give up on this,” they said. But the unease within them did not subside. They reached the man, and he said, “Yes, that star is mine.” “No,” they said, “that’s not possible. If this star were in the ledger, we would have seen it and objected.” The man said, “It’s in the ledger, go and look.”
Together, they went to the place where the ledger was kept and examined it from beginning to end. And what did they see? The star was indeed registered to the man in the ledger, with its name and location. They had all pressed their seals underneath. One of them said, “There is a trick in this, let that group come again and solve this.” News was sent. They waited several weeks for that group to arrive. But every morning, they couldn’t help but look at the most brightly shining star over the valley. Anger and envy began to gnaw and consume them from within. Some suffered from sleeplessness, some lost their appetite, and some consumed themselves with anger to the point of madness.
After several weeks, when the group that had prepared the ledger finally reached the village, they felt a slight relief. They immediately asked, “Gentlemen, how did this star get into this ledger and get registered?” The leader of the group said, “Sit down, be calm. Let us explain. When you all came one by one to register everything, that man came and said, ‘I don’t want anything from this village, I just want a blank line in the ledger.’ We thought about it and, on the condition that he didn’t want anything from the village, we gave him that blank line. After everything was divided and sealed, he came and said he wanted to register this star on that blank line. We found it appropriate, recorded it, stamped our seal, and closed the ledger.”
One of the villagers immediately asked, “Then the house is not his.” The leader of the group replied, “That house is not his. But according to the ledger, it is not yours either. There is no record of it.” The villagers began to grumble, and as the voices rose, the leader of the group intervened. “Enough! Be quiet!” he shouted. “Now the situation is this: according to this ledger, the morning star belongs to that man. The house is irrelevant because it is not recorded.” One of the villagers asked, “Then what does he want in return for that star?” The leader of the group asked the man. Then he turned to the villagers and conveyed the answer: “He doesn’t want anything from this village; if you give him a blank line in the ledger, he will donate that star to you!”
Doubt and suspicion gripped the villagers. What else, they wondered, could be added to that blank line that did not belong to the village? It was daytime. One of them lifted his head and looked up. The sun was directly overhead, burning and shining with all its might. One of the villagers pointed with his finger. They all collectively lifted their heads and noticed the sun. It was as if it had risen for the first time. They all froze, and a deep silence enveloped the place. It was such a deep silence that a few people fainted and fell to the ground. One of the villagers who came to his senses said, his voice trembling, “We don’t want to lose the sun. The Morning Star is his.”
All the villagers headed towards their homes with their heads bowed. The sun lengthened the shadows of the stones in the village cemetery and, taking the shadows of every other being with it, disappeared from sight, leaving its place to the night and the stars.