tantric

ferret goes everywhere. through rich men's houses he creeps, and he visits even the poorest. at night, with his bright little eyes, he watches the secret things, and no treasure chamber is so safe that he cannot tunnel through and see what is hidden there.

in the olden days he wove stories from all that he saw, and to each of these he gave a cloak of a different color - white, red, blue, or black. the stories came and lived in his house and loved him as children because he had none of his own.

-modified from an Ekoi folktale.

this world, these words, my children, for everyone