In the morning stillness, the bagel rests, enigmatic and round, a portal of lessons, hidden wisdom locked within its doughy labyrinth. Gaze upon it, and the universe whispers secrets only the circling shadows comprehend.
Mystery lies not in the taste, but in the form—a circle, endless, embracing beginnings and ends as one. Hear the symphonies of knotting and baking, composed where light meets warm yeast, a tender silence broken only by the cool venting of wisdom.
Echoing through time, the bagel teaches as it cools, the lesson of staying whole amidst piercing impressions. One can only unfold its stories by surrendering to the inner hollow, the space that contains what is yet to come. Learn from the whispers of the scone and the passages between notes.