This dog sees what I see. Inner workings just as well made of bones and guts and sinew. When you catch and skin a rabbit you can see how it was built. There is the tiny brain, and feet, and toes. When things work perfectly together, it sometimes seems beautiful.
Nothing works perfectly together.
What a cop-out, to build something that should be perfect. The imperfections build us up, I suppose. Composed of error. I take this in stride, but it hurts me. This job I have pulls me under by gasps.