The Hole Self
Once, within a place somewhere in the middle of everywhere, lived a Mole.
The Mole was lonely and longed to find some other Mole with whom he could belong.
But, for a long, long while, no other mole came into view through the Mole’s short sight.
So the Mole looked inside of himself, again and again, until one day he heard a voice.
This is what the voice said:
I AM the hole
That lives in a mole
That induces the mole
To dig the hole
That moves the mole
Through the earth
That forms a hill
That becomes a mountain
That reaches to sky
That pools in stars
And brings the rain
That the mountain collects
Into streams and rivers
That moisten the earth
That grows the grass
That freshens the air
That condenses to rain
That carries the water
That brings the mole
To Life
Hearing these words, the Mole was delighted. He understood that ‘everything lives somewhere inside somewhere else inside everywhere’. What a pity so few of us seem to understand that, he thought — we’d care so much more for ourselves and our companions if we did. He learned the words by heart, and whenever he started to feel lonely, he sang them gently to himself. And so he has never again felt lonely, from that day to this.
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