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A Gift Channeled from Socrates for the Temple Story Room Opening

Or read the reflection below…

A man walked into a market where all the wares were shadows.
He chose the finest one and carried it home.
But at night, when the lamps were gone,
the shadow had no form, and the man no purchase.

He could not sleep, for the shadow he carried would not stay still.
It flickered along the walls of his house, always taking a different shape—
at times a crown, at times a coin, at times a mirror showing no face at all.

Restless, he asked the elders, “Why does my possession refuse to be what I chose?”
One elder said, “Perhaps you do not yet know what you truly sought.”
Another whispered, “Perhaps you have only purchased your own forgetting.”

So the man returned to the market. This time he did not look at the stalls,
but at the hands of those who sold them.
Some hands were trembling. Some were empty. Some were bound by strings invisible but unbreakable.

He asked the vendor, “What is the one thing here that cannot be bought?”
The vendor smiled and said, “Ah, that is the only thing you already have.”

And in that moment, the man saw his shadow dissolve,
not into nothingness, but into light that revealed the sky had never truly been lost.