Power ...

A stonemason was carving a block of stone, sweating in the sun. He became very hot, and, in frustration, looked up at the sun. He said: 
I wish I was the sun, just sitting there in the sky, it has all the power!
In an instant, he was transformed, and he enjoyed shining down, until a cloud obscured his view. He said: 
I wish I was that cloud, blocking even the sun, it has all the power! 
And he became the cloud and enjoyed floating in the sky, until a great wind came up, and blew the cloud across the sky, and he said:
I wish I was the wind, it has all the power 
.. and he became the wind, and enjoyed blowing clouds & leaves ... nothing could resist it, until he saw a great block of stone, just sitting there, completely unaffected, and he said:
I wish I was that great block of stone ... nothing would move me .
... and having become the stone, he enjoyed that until he felt the chisel of a stone mason cutting away at him ... and he said - I wish I was a stone mason .. he has all the power!