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.

It is a polished bright red apple. Looks more or less like any other apple
you've seen, apart from the great gloss it has. It has a special feel to it,
too, you just can't put your finger on what it actually is. The apple is free
of blemishes, of moderate size and its scent is divine. You start salivating
just from the thought of tasting it.
It is still fresh, so better enjoy it before it goes bad.
This item is in good condition.
It looks very light weight.

You eat a polished bright red apple.
The fresh apple tastes bittersweet, but you very much like it anyway.
While eating the apple, you contemplate on the process that brought this apple
to you. The apple is
essentially air and water, combined by sunlight. How, you wonder, is it that a
tree can assemble 
these elements into something edible and so different from the source parts. A
tree, that took so 
long to grow, yet so little time has passed compared to your own life span.
The train of thought 
goes on, confusing you, but leaving you yearning for more savoury moments like
this.
You feel youth returning to your body.
Your mind feels clear and clean, ready to partake of new experiences.