About every other day I slice an apple in half, laterally, revealing a five-pointed star at the core. In my little diversion, I strive for equal halves and save one for the next day. It’s a domestic chore a little shy of “an apple a day” but hopefully a bit wider of “measuring out my life with coffee spoons.”
A well-placed cut will get me two stars of varying geometry, and a sharp knife will even cut the seeds in half. Sometimes it makes me think about the misguided logic behind the connotations of “half-empty” and “half-full,” but mostly I just appreciate the symmetry and enjoy.