"The Knot of the Three Words. Here is where the First Miracle took place. One devout and tormented youngster asked the High Will for punishment. He placed a wooden log where he sat and prayed. He prayed hoping to be heard. He prayed for pain, so he could ease the guilt that sharply pierced his soul. Then the Miracle manifested itself. It made roots grow and twist over his arms and legs, but not a cry nor a complaint came out from his mouth. Every inhabitant of this land bore witness to it, and all of them prayed before the besought eternal joy of that youngster. This triune tree that sprouted years after his death was named The Knot of the Three Words, for three are its twisted trunks, and three were the words spoken by that youngster before he died: ‘My Great Guilt.’ Every year, from its core, flows a golden, burning liquid, perpetuating his memory, and, perhaps, to remind us that the First Miracle has not abandoned us. For twisted are, were and will be, the paths of the Miracle."