The Fruit That God Made Was Not Meant for the Machine

There is a thing our mothers knew, and their mothers before them knew it also, and it is this thing I want to speak to you about today with my whole chest. You take an orange. You hold it in your hand. You feel the weight of it, the roughness of its skin, the way it sits in your palm like a small sun that has come down to rest. Then you peel it. You separate the segments. You put one in your mouth and you bite down and the juice comes, yes, but it comes together with the flesh, together with the string, together with everything the fruit is.