Somewhere on this world, at this very moment, and this one, someone is performing a miracle, creating something out of nothing. Just as the great man fed the multitude with a handful of loaves and fishes, so some artist somewhere, at this moment, is feeding souls with nothing more than a handful of imaginary ideas. This writer, dancer, painter, composer is alone, daydreaming a dream, creating truth and beauty out of thin air.
The second miracle is that they will perform this miracle again and again, despite everything.
One more miracle and they will qualify as saints.