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One day, the lotus spoke again. “You remember me? The flower that grows through the mud?” I did. I said as much. “Have you ever considered my significance? I’m everywhere – art, religion, nature…. Have you ever wondered why?” … It spoke, “Nothing touches me. I radiate beauty. You can do the same.” “How?” I asked. “Easy,” it said. “I grow in a pond. I take the water and nutrients I need to grow, and let the rest sink to the bottom. What’s in mud, anyway? Water, nutrients, life and a little bit of sludge. Let the sludge go like I do. Then stand tall above the leaves.
