"I was a happy sponge, content to behave in the sea. Then a diver ripped me from my bliss. I was impaled on the end of a stick and for six horrid months a Roman solder named Tarasicodissa used me to clean his ass. Years after my escape I continued to wake up to my own screams. Until I returned to land just long enough to kill him.
What a glorious April that was!"
I don't know what to make of this, so I'm posting it here for your consideration. I keep probing for the hidden profound meaning of this parable, but so far the moral has managed to elude me.
Beautiful work, regardless, simply beautiful. Thank you for forwarding it to me!
I remain your humble servant,