Some time ago, I wrote this little note to myself:
What does the bread know of it’s baker? If it paid attention the bread would know of the feel of the baker’s hands, but that is all. Unfortunately, bread doesn’t pay attention to the baker’s hands because it is asleep. Because of this sleep it is destined to be eaten. All men are dough, being kneaded and worked on at this very moment. Learn to pay attention to this, so that when you are baked you do not get consumed, but transformed into something else entirely. You will not only get to know the baker’s hands but you will begin to learn about Him and His domain.
From this I decided to write a story, but what actually appeared were two stories:
Feel free to critique or share as you see fit.