I was at my dad's several years back and heard an animal scrabbling against the inside of the wall for half the night. We cut out a section of the wall and pulled out a couple dozen dried mouse husks because it's basically a well that they can't climb back out of, just gradually getting more tired as they're surrounded by the dead bodies of their ancestors.
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I was at my dad's several years back and heard an animal scrabbling against the inside of the wall for half the night. We cut out a section of the wall and pulled out a couple dozen dried mouse husks because it's basically a well that they can't climb back out of, just gradually getting more tired as they're surrounded by the dead bodies of their ancestors.
This is fundamentally a metaphor for existence. Birth drops us into a well we can never climb out of.
Except the giant dad tearing down the wall, please come to our aid giant dads.
:posad:
The mouse seemed grateful when the pit was opened up. We let him go next to the goat barn.
Now and again, the descendants of the mouse will gently scratch the walls of the house in an act of prayer.