He's not exactly pig-headed about it, but he sure is insistent. The cardinal living in the bushes across the street has begun his springtime ritual -- calling, calling, calling. He is bell-clear and sometimes I feel like telling him, "Yes, I get it. Once is enough." But once is not enough. It is spring and there is no "once."
The cardinal is lucky. He has no agenda. He is the agenda. While I sit around noticing and finding meaning and imputing one depth or another, he just does his thing, over and over and over again.
Stop and start. It's spring...always spring. Never mind the meaning!