A few miracles find their way into the existence of a human being completely unaware of what he is dealing with.
What those miracles are, perhaps he will never know, for he was experiencing them and the rest without really knowing which were which.
All he knows is that he has come out of impossibility, something that threatened to define him and leave him wondering whether he was worth even the cost of what existence pays for its own creations to live and to thrive: nothing.
Ah, the joy of freedom and of knowing that one is within the flow of all that flows good and well.
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