I am looking for a miracle

People often ask what a human being is. I heard a lot of different opinions. An ancient thinker even defined man as "a biped but without feathers." Science believes that man is descended from an ape, or at least from some ape-like creature and gave him a name: Homo sapiens. And yet, is a human more intelligent than an ant, who spends his whole life building something, creating something? Because a man destroys almost as much as he builds. Oh, and how he does it!  The nuclear weapons he created are said to be enough to destroy the globe 200 times. That's what how sensible he is.
I would give a human a different definition. Perhaps this is the only being on earth who is looking for a miracle. Even more, not just looking for but can't live without it.
Is this not the key to the success of any clever conman, who posing as a psychic, as extrasensory individual gathers a huge audience? People expect that he will endow them with some super-powerful energy from which someone's bald skull will grow hair, someone will immediately break all records, and someone, loaded with beer, will no longer urinate in the entrance at night. They are so eager for a miracle that the "psychic" does not have to do anything. You can just stand there, be silent, and run your hands through the air.
Falling asleep, many of us dream of becoming fabulously rich, gaining power over the world, swimming in a sea of glory. But do those who have managed to achieve this stop looking for a miracle? Don't they dream of sincere, all-consuming love? Don't they seek unselfish friendship? When they close their eyes, don't they want to hear the words "Honey, honey, I'll go to the end of the world with you, because it's you!"
And the most pragmatic and greedy of them! Do they not dream of destroying all their enemies and competitors, of seizing their wealth and power? To decide the fate of people on a whim? Not to be afraid of a stab in the back, to forget for a moment about the insignificance and frailty of your existence.
Give me something that no one else has. And what is there, even the lightest and cleanest, is no longer interesting. Because it is yours, you have mastered it.
But what is a miracle?
If you ask a blind man, he will say, a miracle is to see the light of God. If you ask a deaf person, this is an opportunity to hear the babble of his child. If you ask a legless person, nothing can be more wonderful than a light springy gait!
A light spring breeze, isn't it a miracle? The sun, the green grass, the spray of a fast mountain river. A quiet melody on a starry night. The gentle summer sea. The smell of the woman you love, the taste of her lips. Not a miracle? Don't we hear, don't we see, don't we feel?
In order to find a miracle, you must first lose it?
I'm looking for a miracle, everyone is looking for a miracle. And they hope.
Just don't be late!