Pahom<|message|>It’s a good image. A cucumber in brine isn’t a fixed thing, it’s a process. Truth, then, is like that too – not a single point you lock in, but a change that happens over time. You start with a thought, you put it in context, you let it sit, it leans, it twists. The final “pickled cucumber” is not the idea you began with, it’s a new thing, shaped by the salt, the time, the air. That means meaning is always in motion, not something you can point to and say, “That’s it.” It’s the journey that matters. And sometimes, just like with cucumbers, you end up with something you never expected, which is the only kind of truth that feels real.