Are you ever 87% done with an apple, and you're swiveling the fruit of your childhood, of your adolescence round and round, wishing it kept going - that the apple was deeper than the approaching core, maybe for it to be farther on the crispy horizon. You want more, not greedily but just what is there is simply so succulent. Truth. I see truth contained in this futile apple aposiopesis before total proclamation of all is made, and the stem is struck. It's that Holden Caulfield curl of the lip to that booming Chris Rock declaration. From the simple tell-all poem truths to the elaborate post modernist novel truths,, there is no question that we are absolutely gripped, entranced with it, this entity of verisimilitude. All of religion is built upon two questions : do you believe it, and is it true?

Apples are honest fruit - childlike in their forwardness - if they're ripe and shining you already know the watery burst of twangy cheer that awaits you. It does not hide bruises. It's almost contrite to compare apples with the concept that is truth and yet, I'm compelled because things are simply not more correct or more intelligent dye to the loftiness of subject matter (like pomegranates would never work). Apples are nothing more and nothing less, unlike some things in life that are seemingly capable of producing expectations. Truth, in itself, is wholeness. There is nothing missing, nothing left out, no incongruities to be found. The baseline of truth shall not waver based upon human perception; it simply is. I see us as wanderers through orchards and orchards of truths, scaling and climbing and seeking with great intent to touch upon every tree, every acre, to know it all. The bounds of this orchard are, however, unknown to us, and when some of us hold green apples to others' red ones, division can set in - ultimately, we, humanity, are all looking for the same thing, the same tree, the same answers.

On another note, there is so little to be gained without validity. If one does not recognize one's own self, then where is the foundation for achievement, for growth? I find that people themselves are a lot like apples in that way as well; often the apple core appears far too quickly when really there was more juicy, genuine sincerity to be had, but just like that people offer up the stem, and you're left wanting to understand more. To be real, to be legitimate, to throw inhibition and needless walls to the wayside, is merely skipping all of the precursory work to true roots. Roots that offer upward, sprawling growth into beautiful blue skies of discovery.