Above from When I Grow Up And Other Mantras.
In 1971 Doug Henning received an invitation from the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation to perform Christmas shows for troops stationed “400 miles from the North Pole.”
“At one point on the tour, they asked if I would like to do a show for a group of Inuit’s [Eskimos]. … I set up me show in a little building, and the Inuit’s came in to watch. They sat on the floor in their parkas, and I did what I thought was some pretty good stuff. They just sat there, didn’t smile, didn’t say a word and, at the end, nobody applauded. But they were completely focused on me, like I was some sort of phenomenon. Only one of them spoke English, so I asked him, “Did you like the show?”
“Yes, we like the show,” He said.
Then I asked, “Did everyone like the magic?”
He said, “The magic?”
I explained that I was trying to entertain people.
He said, “Entertainment is good, but why are you doing magic? The whole world is magical…” We sat down on the floor and he told me “It’s magic that the snow falls, all those little crystals are completely different… that’s magic.”
Now I was gasping, trying to explain magic to him. I thought of my “Zombie,” which I thought was my best thing. I said, “I made that beautiful silver ball float in the air… That’s magic.”
“Then the Inuit’s started talking among themselves. The man came to me with a big smile on his face, and said, “Now, we know why you’re doing that. It’s because your people have forgotten the magic. You’re doing it to remind them of magic. Well done!””
“I cried right then… I said, “Thank you for teaching me about the magic. I didn’t know.”
That was really the first time I knew what wonder was. It was the most memorable thing that has ever happened to me. I never forgot that, inside. That’s why I became a magician.””
Doug returned home and abandoned plans for medical school.
And, now you know why there is a Pink Buddha.