Often my dogs lieat the front doorand stare longinglyat the worldthrough the windowpane.They can see clearlyfreedom,sunshine,wide open spacesoutside. It seems to beright within reach,yet something impenetrableis in their way,the nature of whichthey cannot comprehend. The mechanics of door-openingis a deep mystery to them,but they display great versatilityin their efforts to solve this dilemma. Sometimes they …
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Was it in a dream that I heard it last?
There once lived Kenny the Koala, who was a really decent chap. He always walked around with a smile on his face and was at all times kind and considerate to everyone around him:
In a land distant both in time and place,the most sacred object is a butterfly netwith big holes in it—symbolizing happiness. For, you see, we spend so long chasing happiness and then, having captured it, we try to embrace it with both our arms and hold it close to our hearts, yet it wriggles free …
"Take this, Boris! May it serve you well," the booming voice commands. A hand, holding a shining writing implement, extends towards me. I was all of thirteen years old when the Hand from Above bestowed the Pen of Plenty upon me.
