A short story

I recently read on a friend's blog a story with a moral that she posted. When I lived in Guatemala a life time stories were a way I connected with people. We would exchange stories and a cup of tea, connecting us across cultural barriers. Everyone can enjoy a good story. One story was about the stone cutter. It goes something like this;
On a fine beautiful day a stone cutter was climbing a mountain to cut some stone from which he made tools. As he climbed the sun shone hot, bright, burning his skin. The sun is the greatest thing there is. He thought to himself if I could be anything in this world I would be the sun. The man then became the sun.
For along time the man was happy as the sun, creating heat and helping things grow. As he sat being the sun he noticed that clouds often blew infront of the sun, controlling when and where the rays could shine and raining down on the earth. The sun is not the greatest, it is the clouds. He thought to himself if I could be anything in this world I would be the clouds. The man then became a cloud.
For along time the man was happy as a cloud, blocking the sun and raining on the earth. As he sat being a cloud he noticed that the wind could control when he went and when he blocked the sun. The clouds were not the greatest, it is the wind. He thought to himself if I could be anything in this world I would be the wind. The man then became the wind.
For along time the man was happy as the wind, controlling the clouds, blowing the trees and the water. While he was the wind he noticed that he could blow the trees over, houses down, waves in the water, sand in the desert, but despite his efforts he could not blow a mountain down. The wind was not the greatest, it was the mountain. He thought to himself, if I could be anything in this world I would be a mountain. The man became a mountain.
For along time the man was happy as the wind;controlling the clouds and blowing things over. While he was being happy as a mountain he heard a sound. "clang, clang, clang" He could not figure out what was making that noise. "clang, clang, clang" he heard again. He soon realized the noise was very familiar, it was the noise of a stone cutter.
The moral is what you take from the story.