A Parable of Nicodemus

There was in Galilee a blind motorcycle mechanic. A man one day brought a bike to him, and he listened. And listening, he passed his hands over the hidden parts of the halting and coughing machine, his fingers like gleaners. Then he touched his nose to the metal as if he could smell reflected light. And from the tip of a finger he tasted of its oil, describing its tribulations on the hard ways of the land. He told of the dusts he could feel on his tongue and of the stony places he could taste. And when the blind mechanic ceased his listening, he adjusted the offending part, and from that day forward the motorcycle was a swift, warm wind. It was said of him throughout the land that he would hear and then say.