It is a favorite feeling, familiar and relished, to trek down a rabbit hole. Curiosity liberates— its core passionate–an authenticity not always allowed. Why not?
But I am on my way down the rabbit hole and though not late, there is no time to tarry.
Curiosity carries no non-essentials; it draws the veil between appearance and true self. It is life in the moment, a trip through raw reality to the stillness at the end of the rabbit hole.
There is softness in nesting, here in the peace of things, where all tunnels of chaos and confusion lead.
A rabbit who does not know when a gift has made him safe
is poorer than a slug, even though he may think otherwise himself.
Richard Adams, Watership Down