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He filled a glass with water—right to the very brim. Not even a drop more could fit without spilling. Handing the glass to Marco, he said, “Walk to the edge of the village and come back. But be careful—don’t spill even a single drop.” Marco was surprised, but he agreed. He held the glass tightly a…

He filled a glass with water—right to the very brim. Not even a drop more could fit without spilling. Handing the glass to Marco, he said, “Walk to the edge of the village and come back. But be careful—don’t spill even a single drop.” Marco was surprised, but he agreed. He held the glass tightly and began walking. The road was busy—people passing by, shopkeepers shouting, dogs barking, but Marco didn’t look anywhere else. His entire focus stayed on the glass. Step by step, slowly and carefully