Sucked in by Zero
Zero the Mime once recounted a story concerning a Guru who was healing magically. You know-raising the dead and all that.
And as he wove the tale, I noticed that he was kind of wadding up a napkin in his left hand, that momentarily appeared in his right hand, and again in his left, and so on.
Remembering the night-him telling that tale I was struck. Zero doing magic while telling a tale concerning slight of hand? How cool.
I was sucked in and humbled, not by what I saw, but rather what I couldn’t see: Napkins somehow changing from hand to hand. The power of magic itself. The unseen power. The power of zero.