The Stone Saint 

The stone-like prince was lost in deep meditation when the warm scented breezes laden with the fragrances of lotus, hibiscus, coconut and plumeria wafted over the river. The saint would have called the earth to witness his inviolate liberty and would have touched the earth when a strange thing happened. The fingers found nothing, and sank like infinite eels into an endless abyss, searching and never finding any form or matter, whether intact or atomized. When the saint looked down, behold, his hand had fallen right off. 

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