The most meaning on the page with the most white on the page

Tuesday 7/22/25

It's something else how hard I have been working on this, more about which later.

What I'm trying to do is have the most meaning possible on the page, with the most amount of white possible on the page.

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Out here in the country, especially in winter, many mice live like this mouse lives. Some of them hope that the sounds they make provide comfort to those who hear them. The peaceful stirring of gentle life.

Other mice prefer their noises to go undetected. Not everyone wants to have mice, but there are creatures that always welcome another heartbeat, just as there are mice who know what the beat of another true heart can mean.  

It could even be said that all living things are like mice.

A mouse at its best doesn’t think of itself as only tiny. They’re more likely to believe they’re darting. Quick. Hard to pin down.

Not large either. The knowing mouse isn’t a silly mouse.

And not merely medium. What’s medium anyway?

There’s being a part of a whole and your own whole something.

Just like you could also say that every heartbeat is different, no matter if they sound the same, because of who that heartbeat belongs to and how it’s shared.

The mouse understands that she’s eventually going to die within her home, in all probability, after the cat is gone, unless there is a new cat, which wouldn’t be the same. It isn’t what she wants.

She’s a brave mouse, as one must try to be, and that’s why she has considered making a trip to the middle of this room, right out there in the open, so that the cat may have a last, well-deserved feeling of the chase, the pursuit, the elixir of life, but where does respect end and foolishness begin?

Instead, the mouse signs her letter with the words, “Love, Your Mouse,” without any space to spare.

She places it on the floor outside the entrance to her home, in the quiet of this last evening, hoping that she isn’t disappointing anyone by failing to make her regular stirrings in the wall.

It’s a hard night. She’ll start again tomorrow.