Originally Posted by
scaredoldunit
shockingly starkly reminds one of slow and steady and winning and race and I feel hope and pity and awe and relief. in the context of the baby tort as a potentially fragile newborn, pure and uncorrupted and potentially vulnerable, I both marvel at all that virginity, naivety and purety, but given what I perceive regarding the longevity, steadfastness, disciplined dogedness, and perhaps arrogance, of tortoises, this poem, without reading it, must be a celebration of the diversity of life, the rejection of competition, the foolishness of panic, the bliss of ignorance.