You wish it was as simple as saying that you’ve been feeding the wrong wolf. That somehow there was some revelation that showed an error – multiple preferably. It isn’t. Which does not mean that you think that you are without error, but that perspective is a dangerous thing. Perhaps that was what was being communicated by the mad hatter – but no one was listening.
No one was listening.
Mainly because they were too busy focusing on alice – whoever the hell she had claimed to be.
But it isn’t that simple. For if you weren’t feeding the wolf you were feeding, you wouldn’t have found yourself chasing the rabbit. And if you had not chased the rabbit you wouldn’t have been present when alice (was that really her name?) went into the rabbit hole. And it is in the rabbit hole that you realized you had been feeding the wrong wolf.
Or perhaps just underfeeding the right one. Not allowing it to thrive – it slowed you down, and you needed to move faster. You needed to move much faster because the space you were in was not sustainable. So you kept feeding the wolf that would get you elsewhere – wherever that meant.
Which is at the table of the mad hatter – with the finest company. If the tea party had thought of branding themselves in this way perhaps all the vile they did would be swept under the rug… or perhaps not.
So how can you blame the thing that brought you here for getting you lost?
So it can’t be that simple.
You watch your wolves,
always circling,
always dancing,
always battling.