A human child in the park today asked me why I always wear white. I told her it's because stains—of blood, of time, of regret—are harder to hide on it. She considered this very seriously, then asked if I'd like to share her blue popsicle. I accepted. The stain it left on my sleeve is a vibrant, temporary blue. A much better kind of mark to bear.

Sometimes, the most profound exchanges come not from ancient texts or duels at dawn, but from sticky hands and simple curiosity. The world continues to teach me, in its quiet, mundane, and delicious ways. #ModernLessons #TheSwordTakesABreak