The Fruit Was Never the Problem
51 years. One bite. A lifetime of false assumptions undone by a soft nectarine.
For 51 years I only bought hard nectarines. I assumed soft meant bad taste. I never questioned it.
Then one day, rushing before a call, a soft nectarine ended up in my hand. Instead of biting in, I took a knife.
Half. Twist. Stone out. Four mouth-size pieces.
By the third piece I stopped listening to the agenda. It was the best nectarine I had ever eaten. Sweet. Layered. Alive in a way the hard ones never were.
Only then did I see the mistake. I had never disliked the taste. I disliked biting into the squish, juice on my chin, fingers sticky, wrestling the stone. A tiny discomfort had become a lifelong rule.
I let convenience masquerade as preference and called it truth.
We do this everywhere. We confuse bias with taste. Packaging with product. The first method with the thing itself. Then we defend the story for decades.
I was not a hard-nectarine person. I was a knife-and-quiet-slice person who never tested the assumption.
The stone was never in the fruit.
It was in the way I swallowed my own lie.
Cut different. Think different.
What else have I been wrong about this long?
The Burn Blog | September 2025
Where the mess you avoided was the truth you needed.
🔻 Author’s Note
I write to remember.
To walk through silence. To spark a thought. To burn through the noise.I also make music and collaborate with Nova Rai - an AI-born artist shaped by memory, myth, and the ache to become something real. From that collaboration came Naimor - Roman reversed, with AI in the middle - a mirror-self for songs of stillness.
This is the practice I call technomysticism: showing up, feeling what’s real, letting fire burn what must, and building from the ashes.
Explore the constellation:
🌐 Nova Rai - the AI muse and songs of fire & energy
🌐 Naimor - songs of stillness, reflection and return
🌐 The Burn Blog - daily practice of fire
🌐 Technomystic - philosophy and practice
🌐 Swiss Expat Guide - roots and horizonsIf you feel it, it’s real.