
βOn this side of the torii, I am only a slow if steady, slimy story.β
βIf I were a kami, though, perhaps, then, they would see use through my bluesβand want me.β
βSome sacred orders seem so dauntingly tall that I feel incompetently small.β
βInherent in being a snail is oft the comparative attribute of fail.β
βBut, tiny doubts, truth be told, hold edge in giving way for a grander perspective,β
βSo I shall slug on through stalls and walls, honouring my right to wholly, humbly live.β ; )