Once there was a baker who filled all his treats with either custards or jellies. When it came to custard, he could whip up a custard to any degree of creaminess or fluff. There wasn’t a sad piece of dough that he couldn’t liven up with his custard as he imagined vast tranquil seas of custard upon which his customers could find safe passage through their day. But then there was the jelly. When he made jelly, it sparkled so brilliantly that it glistened with an irresistible shine that drew people to not only eat his treats but gaze upon the infinity contained in them. The baker dreamed of its suspended seeds as insights hanging in the plasma of a consciousness supreme and wished that his customers partook of the jelly and at once released the insight to nourish their minds. But the jelly was harder to make and required more of his attention to perfect its depth. Eventually, he learned to appreciate the custard as much as the jelly, for the custard filled out what the jelly could not.
Peter, an interesting metaphor! Enjoyed reading this. ❤ Have a great day! Cheryl
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Thank you! Hope a cream puff or some jellied delight comes your way! 🍩🙏🍩
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Good philosophy enjoyed reading your post.
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Thank you! 🍄🙏🍄
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Great, now I need a donut! Love the way you spin your words!
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May it be rich! 🍄🍩🍄
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So sweet! Now I’m hungry. 😄
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Hope you have an enlightening treat!
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