The Bird - Discussions, questions

As I sit in my chair and research astrology there is a tapping noise at the window. It is a bird flying into the window then going back to the bush which is growing right alongside. Back into the glass it lightly crashes and flutters to the bush to stare back at the window. Again and again the little sparrow does this. Meserized by the reflection of itself, wanting to explore the mystery. But his bird brain will never understand what it is. He will keep banging his head against the cold glass trying to reach the other bird he can clearly see. He knows the other bird is there. He feels that maybe if he keeps trying he will get to it one day. So he spends his morning banging into the reflection of himself, perhaps fifty times before he moves on and gets on with living his life instead of trying to understand something he never can.

Meanwhile I spend my morning continuing to read my astrology books alone in my man-made cave. Perhaps if I keep reading I will one day understand the secrets of existence...