I set up my show in a little building and the Inuits came in to watch. They sat on the floor in their parkas, and I did what I thought was some pretty good stuff. They just sat there, didn't smile, didn't say a word, and, at the end, nobody applauded...Only one of them spoke English, so I asked him, 'Did you like the show?'
'Yes, we like show.', he said. Then I asked, 'Did everybody like the magic?' He said, 'The magic?'
I explained that I was trying to entertain people. He said, 'Entertainment is good, but why are you doing magic? The whole world is magical.'
We sat down on the floor and he told me, 'It's magic that snow falls, all those little crystals are completely different...that's magic.'
I said, 'But what about when I made the rabbit and doves appear?'
'Why do you do those things?', he said, 'It's magic when the walrus appears each spring - he comes from nowhere - that's magic!'
Now, I was grasping, trying to explain magic to him. I thought of my Zombie, which I thought was my best thing. I said, 'I made that beautiful silver ball float in the air...that's magic!'
'But there's a ball of fire floating through the sky every day. It keeps us warm, gives us light...that's magic.' Then the Inuits started talking among themselves. The man came to me with a big smile on his face, and said, 'Now we know why you're doing that. It's because your people have forgotten the magic. You're doing it to remind them of the magic. Well done!'
I cried right then. I've never told anyone this story. I said, 'Thank you for teaching me about the magic. I didn't know.' That was really the first time I knew what wonder was. It was the most memorable thing that has ever happened to me. I never forgot that, inside."/
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