I was eating pumpkin pancakes with butter and honey today, and I thought: Butter is great!
Sometimes I am worried that I have a worm inside me, that it is sucking up all my nutrients, that it is "moving things along" too quickly, if you know what I mean. But it is easy not to sympathize with the worm, if it truly does exist inside me. In a way, it is a prisoner, and I know what that is like, to imagine the world outside the smaller, suffocating version you are living within. Even sunlight, a small square on the floor that shifts from one side to the other as the day goes on, is something holy in prison. It is not taken for granted.
Butter is great! Don't you forget that, Curt, I think to myself!
