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The Master and and his helper, Mahmet were walking down a rocky path seeking a place to sit and rest before entering the bustling city of Jeruselum. Around a bend in the path they came upon a man who was weeping inconsolably. The Master asked the man what was the matter. The man replied,"Oh Master, my friends have abandoned me here and my feet are twisted with the paralysis. I fear I will fall if I try to walk into the city for the Great Feast of Hollies. If thou would'st touch my brow I should be healed and would shout with much praises to thy name. The Master touched the pennitents brow, and straightway the man bowed, and then leapt with joy and shouting as he raced down the path into the Holy City. The Master and Mahmet continued walking and they came upon a woman who was weeping and wailing. "Woman, what troubles thy soul so greatly that thou doest wail in the pathway to the city?" "Oh Master, because I cannot see to weave the fine rugs that sell for great prices in the city. But only could I see, I would weave many fine rugs and lift my family from the poverty that doth spoil the soul of many of thy good brethren. If thou would but utter the Word, my afflictions would be gone and I would sing thy praises to the world." "Woman, open thine eyes, and see that thou does not prick thy fingers on the shuttle." The Master and Mahmet walked a little farther and came upon a man in great distress with weeping and the beating upon his chest. "Man, what causeth thou to abuse thy body and soul so fervently?" "Oh Master, I have but one desire in this world and that is to pen great scrolls, for I have recently learned to scribble, but the great truths do not reveal themselves to me for I am addled in the mind. If thou would but place a drop of thy sweat upon my weary head I would see great truths to reveal to the people of the city, and maybe even the world." Upon hearing this the Master fell to his knees overcome with weeping. Copyright-2008-Jay Hudson-All rights reserved.