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Lately, there have been chipmunks skittering here and there in the neighborhood.
They are alert. They are fast. They are always on guard. They are beautiful. They seem capable of moving in any direction -- fast -- at the drop of a hat.
They are ... ready.
Unceasingly ready.
How much like the life of the intellect, the life of the "yes, but," the life on the run, quick as a rug burn to recoil at the slightest touch, supersonic in its attempts to explain and find meaning and hope and believe....
Zip! Zip! Zip! Claiming to search for peace, but never finding the time to give peace a chance.
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