the squirrels' final words speak volumes of wisdom. It has laid its little, yet
steady finger on the right
point. Sure, if the squirrel cannot carry forests on its back, it cracks nuts -
a quality that distinguishes it from the mountain. Verily, the mountain is huge,
strong, unshakable, impregnable and impenetrable to some extent, but it cannot
and can never crack, or break the smallest nut. It could never equate itself
with that little lively, sweet, dynamic, wise, thrice three inches of a body to
do the function of cracking or chewing, moving or, squeaking. But mind you, both
have their respective places in the creation.
your doubtful castle has now been smashed to the ground by the squirrel's
ingenious speech, and awakened the slumbering wisdom in you,
wake up. Look forward! Think deep! And realise!