What am I, where leftovers are given with grace, a bounty for all who seek a warm place? In a world where the table is set with the bounty of experience and wisdom, we often find ourselves clutching our portions tightly, hesitant to give to those who are hungry, who show that they care, all to be given a questioning snare. Is it just me or does this feel like hoarding? Is it just me that doesn’t feel like I won’t disappear when I give freely? Or is it something else, why are we all so quiet? Because I’m leaving trails left and right. Fear and insecurity lead us to guard our knowledge as if it were a precious treasure meant only for ourselves. We worry that sharing our insights will diminish our own worth or that our ideas will be met with skepticism. In doing so, we miss the profound truth that knowledge, like bread, is meant to be broken and shared. It multiplies when given away, nourishing not only the recipient but also the giver. So can they have a sliver? The act of breaking bread, as seen in the sacred gatherings of old, symbolizes unity, connection, and the nourishment of community. Yet, when it comes to knowledge, the very...