overdose messiah

mendel had a remarcable nature as a boy. i'm not talking about miracles. miracles are a burden for a tzaddik, not the proof of one. miracles prove nothing except to those whose faith is bought very cheap, sir. there was something in mendele. there was a fire. this is a cold, dark place, detectives. a gray, wet place. mendele gave off light and warmth. you wanted to stand close to him. to warm your hands, to melt the ice on your beard. to banish the darkness for a minute or two. but then when you left mendele, you stayed warm, and it seemed like there was a little more light, maybe one candle's worth, in the world. and that was when you realized the fire was inside of you all the time. and that was the miracle. just that.