In the garden of ephemeral existence, the journey of fruit is a cycle unending yet ever-turning. As seeds germinate with whispered dreams of the sun, we ponder: is the journey of the fruit the same as ours? To ripen, to fall, to nourish anew, without end?
Imagine a maze, each path representing choices, some lead nowhere, some lead to the beginning. This maze has no end, but perhaps that is the essence of journey itself, is it not?
"To be ripe is to be aware of oneself, a state of being yet always about to cease. Consider the fallen fruit — is it less alive than the one that clings to the branch?"
The inevitability of rot and decay beckons reflection. Are we the fruit on the vine, or the soil that gives rise? In this vast cosmos, every life, every fruit, is a transient miracle.
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