It’s the season when mice decide their old homes are not quite as warm as they thought they would be, and look for new ones. After driving down to the store and back, I was dismayed to discern a strong burning smell coming from my truck’s engine; so I popped the hood. I found a mouse’s nest. The truck had been in place for less than twenty-four hours, but in that short time the mouse had moved in a fair quantity of nesting material and quite a few cherry-pits. I hope he got away safely and wasn’t burned up himself, but this is the danger when mothlike you attempt to draw near to the warmth. Some mice are attacking my cabin too. We’ll see what happens to them. Sometimes it’s better not to do too much, and not to avoid the cold and hardship normal life affords. “Many are cold, but few are frozen.”
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Hmm…the last two lines have too much in them to be tossed in without analysis.
To me it says a lot to a society that turns on the air conditioner to temperatures below those that would ever trigger us to turn on the air conditioning in the first place. Ditto with the heat. But I’m speaking to the choir with you.
I bet he was thinking to himself, “This is much better than those woodpiles and burrows mom and pop live in. It’s warm and dry, no sign of snakes or hawks – what could be better?” And he probably ended scorched and squashed in the gears of a terrible engine of combustion. Heed it well, ye pantheists!