There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.
What a piece of bread looks like depends on whether you are hungry or not.
The satiated person and the hungry one do not see the same thing when they look upon a loaf of bread.
This is not a day for asking questions, not a day on any calendar. This day is conscious of itself. This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness, more manifest than saying can say.