A hen laid an egg. A shape of marvel it was. I thought of many kinds of eggs laid by many beings. Each one I saw was a marvel. They were indifferent colours and shapes. They depict the talent of an invisible architect within the wombs of various beings. It led me to be aware of two things. First I cannot lay an egg and or make an egg with such a cutely finish and form. Even if I could, I cannot insert a living being into any egg. An egg is an entity with its own promises and boundaries. Might be this piece of wisdom m I gain from a recently laid egg would look like funnily naive. Every egg informs me my limitations and incapacities. I become happy to be limited.
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