Imagine a novel with billions of characters and billions of stories.
A novel that contains everything; everything.
Only the Creator could write such a novel,
and He did.
Its name: World.
Despite all of this Adam,
despite all this pain,
you would still eat that apple again.
Not eating it was never an option,
now I know.
Do not be sad, Adam.
The bite that started the whole story
was inevitable.
For goodness to exist
and for beauty to be told,
someone had to fall.
You fell.
Now I understand…
Dedicated to the Blue Ones…
Ahmet Kaya
