Katie Bayer-Harris was crossing a threshold of mountain and water, when suddenly an ebon button fell, thread-loose, from her cloak, and disappeared into a drop from the sky.
She asked a master debater to find this for her, to no avail.
She went to the Eagle-Eyed old man for help, but to no avail.
She went to a wise day trader for help, but to no advantage, the button all but about to be forgotten by her. Until she happened to take a walk through the woods, where a rape was being re-enacted. Even a ghost gave testimony as to how the event happened, but none were any similar, and a query was deadlocked.
She heard a stupid noise, and it was Purposeless himself, threshing and thrashing, hashing and mashing along his happy way.
"Could you help me find my button, Purposeless?"
From the wood, a chorus of chants that they knew where it was, but again, to no advantage.
And Purposeless scraped his fingers over the ground, and eventually, after his fingers were parched, and at places, raw and bloody, he suddenly resounded with joy, holding the ebon button between his fingers.
And they might say, "now, do you understand the Tao?"
"No." The response.
"Good, then the lesson was not lost on you."
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