This morning when I woke up, I went to check up on the soap I made and remove them from the molds. Wow...Goblin Fruit turned out so delish! But what the happened to my Love Supreme soap!? It was all shrunken up and had about 2 inches of oil floating on top...it never sopafied! And it smelled burnt! Those nasty Goblins crashed my party and ruined my love soap! The story says that Goblin merchants, sell magical fruits in fantastic abundance, variety. Their fruits allegedly have restorative properties and cause blissful altered states....Goblin merchants will trade anything from magic items, to memories, and even enslavement of the soul! In my case they claimed my lovely love soap! Is this an omen...a warning!? I know you're saying there must be a logical explanation for this...
If you read the tale of the Goblin Market, forbidden fruit and temptation in this context seems overtly sexual. The kind of forbidden, addictive love that parallels the experience of drug addiction. It's the portrayal of a "fallen woman" who succumbed to the evils of the goblins' fruits. Unable to buy more of the forbidden fruit, pining away for the lack of it, the young maiden falls into a slow physical deterioration and depression. As winter approaches, she no longer grooms herself or does her household work...her life hangs in the balance. "Who should have been a bride; But who for joys brides hope to have fell sick and died" At that end of the story, it is the awesome power of sisterly love that saved her...she escapes death and returns to her old self, both physically and mentally! The sisters live to tell their children about the dangers of the Goblin Market. Let this soap be a reminder to beware of Goblin men (and women) and their enticing fruits...tis a dangerous game to play...do not give your love away! They will rob you of your beautiful glow...and on their way they'll go! Now you can enjoy the restorative properties and blissful altered states induced by Goblin fruit without any trouble! *washing with this soap will not invoke Goblins...I already paid them for the recipe.*
"We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?"