Gospel of the Fool

A mirror that doesn't reflect. A spoon never used. A door that asks nothing. And a gospel never written—only carried.At the edge of a map that no longer matters, there is a house.It sits beside a whispering spring, under a tree that gives shade but never fruit. You don't find this place by searching. You find it by stopping.This is where the one they called the Fool once walked. And where others n...