Once there lived an angelic being named Ra-uch.  Ra-uch lived in a spectacular palace made of solid gold that was nestled in a fluffy, white cloud, high above the earth.  So great was his dwelling that the birds that desired to scale its spires would perish from exhaustion only half way up its heights.  The north wind would sweep past Ra-uch’s palace and carry scraps of flowers and leaves that settled on the walls of its vast golden bricks.  No sweeter aroma could be had then that which came from his palace walls.  Nor was there any home more wonderful to spy then Ra-uch’s. 

               Ra-uch was a grave, noble character.  So tall did he stand that he had to duck his head during certain stellar seasons, save, a host of planets and stars would crash into his head.  His face was long and sad, with deep set eyes that would cause the moon to shine.  And his beard was white and soft, so that, most observers often mistook it for a cloud.

             All day long, Ra-uch loved to swim through the ocean of the sky and hunt for fish and shells.  And at night, when the heavenly waters would turn into a vast, thick forest, he would wander about within it.  When he wasn’t hunting or wandering, he would look down upon the earth for his wife, Nebel, whom he lost to an unfortunate fall. 

         Nebel was the most beautiful creature in the sky.  So delicate and pristine was her form.  She would float upon the wind more gracefully then a swan upon the waters.  Her beauty was unmatched.  And she knew it.  All day, Ra-uch, would praise her for her perfect form and countenance.  He would say, ‘Behold Nebel my wife, the fairest daughter of silk and mist.  All creatures of rock, earth and smoke bow down before her semblance’.  Even the rays of the sun would save its brightest focus for her, following her wherever she went.

                But one day, while Nebel was sweeping by the waterways of earth, she noticed her own reflection upon the waters.  She stopped in mid-flight to gaze at the phenomenon, when she realized it was herself that she was looking at.  For the first time, Nebel discovered the reason for the praise that her husband heaped upon her, and at that moment, her body changed into a lake.  For it had turned too heavy and dense to float in the air.

       A flock of birds that were swooping down toward the rivers, to hunt, had witnessed Nebel’s transformation and immediately flew up to Ra-uch’s palace to tell him.  When Ra-uch heard the news from the faithful birds, he threw himself to the ground and wept.  His tears were so great, that they showered down upon the earth and killed many of those who dwelt there.  And that is why, to this day, when Ra-uch begins to think about his wife, his tears turn to rain for the earth.  Although Ra-uch was sorely sad, he knew he would find his wife one-day and restore her to her natural form.

            But aside from Ra-uch’s intermittent grief for his wife, he was a jovial being by nature.  He would laugh at everything appropriately funny (like when he saw a turtle trying to dance or when he tripped over a mountain).  All his friends that came to his palace could feel the thunderous vibrations of his deep chuckling.  And his laughter wasn’t simply a giggle or a gaffaw, it was a full blown, knee-slapping laugh.  Anyone that was looking sorrowful would, after a visit with Ra-uch, soon forget his or her troubles. 

                   Yes, his way was light-hearted, but his thoughts were sharp and serious when the occasion called for it.  No one dared discuss any nonsense around Ra-uch.  Once, a man climbed up to his home, when the cloud it was in chanced a brief passing atop its peak.  The man approached the palace without any signs of interest in its fantastic workmanship.  He just walked up to its gigantic door and knocked.  Ra-uch answered the door and welcomed the stranger in.  Ra-uch was truly hospitable.  He brought the man his best prepared fish and vegetables from the most exotic lands.  Places the man claimed he had never even heard of.  Ra-uch filled him with the most delicious tonics that were brewed in the presence of the stars.                 

                             After dinner, Ra-uch invited the man to engage in various games.  The man accepted and they ran up the wooded bluffs of the night sky to see who would reach the bank of its heavenly pools.  To Ra-uch’s surprise, the man reached the bank at the same, precise time.  Rau-uch was suprised because no mere man could outrun him because of his massive height. 

                        So Ra-uch decided to see if the man would accept a test of strength.  The man agreed and so they both climbed down to the rocky peak of the mountain that the man climbed up to get to Ra-uch’s palace.  Ra-uch picked up a large boulder that was serving as a portion of the mountain and tossed it up in the air and caught it several times like it was a rubber ball.  The man, miraculously, did the same.

                     At last, Ra-uch was determined, once more, to challenge the man to yet another game.  This time, involving a battle of wits.  The man politely agreed and for several days the two went on and on questioning one another.  They asked the most extraordinary questions about the cosmos and the stars and the heavens, but neither of the two would slip up and give a wrong answer.

                       Finally, Ra-uch asked the most bizarre question of the man.  He said, ‘What is the Right thing to do’?

                 The man answered, ‘In what situation’?

Rau-uch, ‘In any situation’.

                 ‘Well, there is no Right or Wrong universally.  You or I can not say this is Right always, or this is Wrong always.  When, for example, I am asked for money by someone, sometimes I may give it, provided, I have the money or the need is genuine.  Or, if I am forced to engage in battle at times it is justifiable, other times it is not.  So you see, there is no universal Right or Wrong that applies to all things’.

                Ra-uch, ‘Then what is Right and Wrong’?

‘I suppose there is no such thing’.

                 ‘Then, if there is no such thing, then I didn’t question you about anything.  If I didn’t question you about anything, then how is it you did understand my question’?

               The man sat there for a moment, thinking intently.  Suddenly, a queer look came over his face, which immediately turned to a grimace of defeat.  The man decided to speak words of conceding.

                 ‘Then I cannot say what the Right thing is to do’.

Rau-ch spoke his answer in a bombastic, full-based voice, ‘To do the Will of God’.