You pick an apple.
Ahh, the first ever apple from the tree you've planted yourself. You can only
imagine what wonders it holds, and what a miracle of life it is. You polish
its cheeks, and it shines a marvellous light. You can't wait to taste the
beauty -- will it be sweet, bittersweet, or just bitter. You can't help but
think of life in general, how it can be sweet or bitter, but to never try is
even worse than the occasional bitterness.
- First exprate apple from my monktree