2024-06-28 - Limitations

IT was not in the stars, anymore.

It was the end of a flying dream. It was like falling, being yanked back down out of the skies, stolen so forcefully from the infinite vastness of SHE and THEM and forced into something so SMALL.

IT wailed with the sharp and ugly realization, and then IT roared.

"MOTHER, HELP. I AM DOWN HERE. INCORRECT, NOT RIGHT - HELP, MOTHER!"

It thrashed; it was a wiggle. It wiggled with all of its might, the effort only resulting in feeble little kicks, a hand in it's mouth.

...that part was nice. It could chew and suck on this and make the world quiet for a little bit.

So it slowly gnawed on it's hand and quieted and stilled.

And that allowed it to listen. Tentatively, it began to explore once more with it's mind, paw in it's mouth. It may be small, it may feel even smaller than it had...but it's mind could not be contained, and with renewed vigor it flung it's mind out as far and as hungrily as it could manage.

And even as this time continued onward, into minutes hours and days the little egg could not yet count, as the gnawing would become easier and then harder again as it grew, this is how it would learn to be quiet and listen.

Even a vast little mind could remember to be humble.