We like to think that we're above the status of mice. Anything less than human is a karmic regression. :)
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Duveyoung <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > It strikes me that we are all scurrying in self-made tunnels under a > vast plain. > > Each of us like the other -- out for sex, food and, you know, another > breath in the dank runways we've dug. Now and then we poke our heads > out, take a look around, and then squeak back down into the tunnel an > exclamation about what we see. Then the tunnels do the work of > crazifying the echos of our viewpoints. > > The other mice never quite hear what we saw -- yet each of us feel so > sure of what we've spoken, er, squoken? > > The separateness of each of us is so palpable, poignant and problematic. > > We all believe that a mouse can roar judging by the way we carry on > about our views, and it can hardly be a sin when all of us believe it, > but so much gets lost in the transqueaktion. > > Take Vaj -- he's burrowed upwards and by chance found himself popping > out on the top of a termite mound with quite a view that simply cannot > be squeaked about adequately -- he has to get other mice to his > mound's vista point or be doomed to using dry words to convey so much > to so few for so little effect. From his height, Buddha is seen. > > And Vaj is merely one expert here with a high vantage. Many squeak > from heights here. And, yet each low point view, too, is, "something > to squeak about" cuz Buddha is everywhere donchaknow. > > I see so many of you across the expanse -- tiny dots mound-dancing > soundlessly in exultation on a horizon. A mostly uninterpretable > semaphore, yet I KNOW each of you see something I wish I could see also. > > The tunnels go to everywhere and every squeak promises a grand vista. > > Gotta love that -- makes every mouse a master with an inspiration to > tout. > > But, how much I long for those rare moments when whiskers are touched > in the dark below. > > Edg >
