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"You will always find an answer in the sound of water."

​- Zhuangzi

The Miracle Worker

2/7/2018

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​An individual made waves throughout the region by performing miracles for the populace.


It was all done, as they said, to benefit humanity by providing them with a good show.

However, instead of benefiting those in need with food, clothing, and shelter, this individual’s miracles were fantastic feats of prestidigitation.

The sky was made to darken, cattle were made to levitate, firewood was made to combust automatically, and a litany of others.

The miracle worker came to this one town full of hardworking people, but what made the place unique was the presence of a huge and sprawling mansion and grounds whose owners had founded the town some centuries ago and had since provided the town financial stability.

The miracle worker soon drew a crowd as they always were able to do, whilst performing their feats; but halfway through the performance they asked about the mansion on the hill.

Having been told the story, the miracle worker made a pilgrimage to it.

Just as they stepped foot on to the property, along with a sizable crowd of townsfolk, they caught sight of a man a little younger than middle age with an otherwise youthful face and body trimming a few branches from a lilac bush.

The miracle worker bade him a good morning.

“Yes it is, isn’t it?” stated the man.

Observing the lilac bush, the miracle worker moved forward with their plan.

“You know, my mother loved lilac…

...but ‘me?’ I quite fancy rose.”

And with that statement, the lilac bushes suddenly turned to rose bushes with flowers of the same soft lavender color of the lilac.
The man smiled and motioned to one of his servants to bring out refreshments for the miracle worker and their followers to enjoy a pleasant garden picnic.

As the food was brought out, the man told the miracle worker that he had a miracle of his own to perform.

He took a biscuit from the tray and ate it in a few bites, after which he took a swig of water from a pitcher to cleanse his palette.

The miracle worker waited patiently for the miracle, but was dismayed to see nothing happening.

Soon, they asked.

“You said you would perform a miracle.”

“That is exactly what I did.”

The miracle worker was not having it.

“The only thing you did was eat a biscuit and drink some water.”

“Oh absolutely,” said the man.

“I was hungry so I ate, and when I was thirsty I drank.”

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