When we invade your territory you adapt. We flatten your home and you relocate. We unleash our depraved felines but you elude them. You shrug off our overbearing presence. You dazzle us with your spiral mating dance. You win our hearts with your handsome countenance, distinguishing yourself from the fanged sewer dwellers and black beaked dumpster divers. So smitten are we that we’ll feed you, and gladly pet you if we could.
You alone walk among us, your wild pride intact.
I raise my glass to you, noble squirrel.
“…all hoods make not monks…”
Our skills are adequate but for how long? These systems work for now but isn’t there a better way? Forever we march toward perfection, compelled by unseen forces, eluding the comforting embrace of mediocrity.
But “perfect is the enemy of good,” we muse. Ours is an imperfect world that demands compromise, isn’t it? It’s all too easy to implement a quick fix, declare the problem solved and walk away. When we abandon the quest for better, decay sets in. Good is never good enough for long.
Some evils are necessary but they’re still evil, right?
Live like Steve.
Left behind by Sixpoint Bengali Tiger.