Healing: seeing through the mirage of disease

When I was ten, my family took a trip through Death Valley National Park in California. Each day, as we drove across the desert, I marveled at the mirages I saw out in front of the car. I could never figure out what happened to the water when we drove through the mirages. 

When I first spotted a mirage ahead, I used a visual marker such as a road sign to gauge where the water was on the road, then looked for the water once we drove past that visual marker. But I could never find the water.

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