“I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness, and the willingness to remain vulnerable.” ― Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea
once upon a time, a young lizard decided to experience life on the other side of the door. he was lithe and brown, with a racing stripe down his back and the arrogance of all young things. he made it past the threshold and onto the rug in the middle of the floor, before he was spotted by the old (but still beautiful) woman who lived in the house. being fond of lizards, (but not of the bugs they eat) she resolved to help him escape. he decided to hide under the bookshelf (the dust alone would have smothered him) but at the last minute he leapt onto a basket of dog toys, opting to perch on a stuffed tiger. it was a wise decision, for the old (but still beautiful) mistress of the house carried the basket of toys out to the garden, where she proceeded to snap photos for her blog. and so the young lizard, having learned nothing from his experience except that he looked exceptionally well next to striped velour, lived, if not happily ever after, at least long enough to say, along with jim morrison, "i am the lizard king. i can do anything."