For as long as I can remember, our family celebrated the holidays with pomegranates. On Christmas Eve, we would place our stockings at the end of the bed. In the morning, each stocking would always be filled with small gifts and topped with the heavy, red fruit.
As I looked over my recent work, there was something not quite right. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to “finish” anything. Something cruel began to nag at me.
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.