So I ask, what good is a picture, that doesn't speak?
What good is a mouth, if it is only used to devour?
Then I proceed to ask, what good is a "man" who knows not, when to hold his tongue?
Even this man, labeled a fool, still in pursuance of more.
Will the forbidden fruit of another stifle this hunger?
For the fruit he is truly after,
is not one spoken with words,
nor can it be explained by the greatest scholars,
let alone be grown in a vineyard...
It is within your soul.