Moles have a reputation as vandals, abhorred by those who prize the perfect lawn. Yet as they create their unsightly and even dangerous excavations, the poor moles wander blindly in the dark, in a labyrinth of their own making, only occasionally breaking through to the light.
This is not unlike the prisoners in Plato’s Allegory of the Cave.
It is not unlike us.
All too often our thoughts and conversation seem to wander in a labyrinth; we hope to occasionally break into the light, or at least into somewhere interesting.
Maybe our mole our will nudge an eddy in the space-time continuum. We hope you’ll feel it.