The Orchard of Unripe Truths
Some Answers Need Time
A hidden orchard bore fruit that never ripened. Scholars studied it for generations, yet no one tasted a single truth. One child, impatient, plucked a fruit and bit into it. It was bitter—and it showed her fragments of knowledge she wasn’t ready to see. She dropped it, terrified. The orchard whispered: “Truths ripen at the pace of your understanding, not your desire.”
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In a desolate town lived a sculptor who carved faces no one remembered. He chiseled strangers who passed through dreams, portraits that belonged to no history. People mocked the useless art. Yet the day a terrible fog erased all memory from the village, only the sculptor’s statues remained as proof of who the people once were. One by one, villagers recognized themselves in stone, and the sculptor said: “I carve to preserve the parts you abandon.”
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