| I exited the rear of the distillery a few days ago. My mind was caught up in typical human bullshit. There's always a pressing deadline, always something wrong that needs to be made right, and then there's just dealing with other humans. I was having one of those days.
Behind the distillery is a pebbled concrete path. Go right and you'll find the grand entrance to the tower. Go left and you're
heading for parts unknown. I went left.
After a few paces I discovered two beetles trundling a ball of dung across the path. If we consider their scale they were rolling a ball of dung the size of a minivan across a mile of pavement with giant boulders embedded in it. I mean, how do you look away from something like that?
They kept at their Sisyphean task with impressive dedication. Occasionally the ball would roll right over one of them, but they didn't seem to mind and eventually made it all the way across. I lost sight of them when they disappeared into a primeval jungle teeming with predators and filled with boulders and giant blades of grass.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Dung Beetle. It's a glamorous living to be sure, but is there any money in it? That's what I want to know.
I named them Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. And my heart felt lighter after I left
them.
Life sucks sometimes but at least we're not pushing giant balls of shit around. Well, not literal shit anyway.
~ A Magnificent Bastard
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