Pepe's Nuts #159

Pinned beneath museum glass with a smudge of salt, a ledger entry read simply: size varies, purpose does not. The Old Nutdenza once said, “Behind every great nut… is someone who held.” These nuts ask for stewardship, not ownership. They rise because they are buoyant—physics and faith aligned. Twin orbs cleft like a double‑pear, balanced and deliberate. Pungency isn’t scandal; it’s signal. And still they shine, asking only to be held right.