… and the fragrant apple
Hail, the blessed giver of birth.
I plucked apples from the tree.
And from the nought that I was alone, I became nature and apple-tree
and from our fruits the whole world hopes to live.
We the world and the others the world.
What is there to distinguish us?
That which divides universal time into past and future.
The unknown of the other coming.
The fear of evil and the hope our good will nullify it.
This is our wish.
