The following story is attributed to a poet who lived in historic times:

The poet’s mother wishes to eat apples when she is with child. There are dark red apples hanging in the trees in the gardens that belong to their neighbours. She cannot ask for apples from the neighbours since she is at odds with them. She cannot buy apples because she does not have the money. She goes back and forth to the gardens wishing for some apples and thinks she should not take them since the apples do not belong to her, so it would be wrong to take those apples. Then the baby is born and grows to be the famous poet. The poet says:

“Our neighbour’s garden is a fertile land for apples. I sometimes wish to fulfil my mother’s wish and eat those apples. But I don’t, because I do not want to hurt my mother’s soul. Therefore I control myself.”

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