“He pointed across the marketplace, across the nearby throng and through the rising dust to a legless girl leaning up against the side of a small shack.

Do you see that young woman sitting in the dirt with no legs? The girl? Yes. It is her. She is the one. Her? That is impossible! Do not tell me that. Yes, it is her. How could it be her, she has no legs!!?

No, it is you who have no eyes. Where her legs are missing? Your legs belong to her — and your eyes, too. Whereas you? You do not even have your own legs yet.

Yes, that is her. The one you have sought through all these years and trials. Sitting there in the dirt. ‘Without legs’. She is the one.”

— an a i