I Saved a Mouse

This happened last night: June 4, 2013.

I was watching Knight and Day because it was on TV, and come to find out that there is a mouse in one of the toilets in the house. In general, if I see a mouse around the house I'll fucking freak out. It has something to do with the open space that we're all in.

The mouse can go anywhere, when it's in open space! It can run up my leg or hide under the sofa, and then it'll be there until it wants to get out or until you move the sofa, but if you move the sofa, it'll run wherever the hell it wants to!

And then you might even lose sight of it and not know where it is! How can you sleep like that?!

Well, anyway, this mouse was in a toilet, so I wasn't freaked out. The poor damned thing was stuck in a single spot; I had the upper hand.

I opened the lid.

"Well how did you get in there, you crazy bugger?"

The mouse didn't respond, but I noticed that it was actually drowning. It would try to hold on to the ceramic just above the toilet water, but it kept slipping back under water, so it was only getting a little bit of breath every once in a while.

I got the lid of a shoebox and pulled it out and into a trashcan. I can't stand the idea of just killing a little animal like that; it probably has an animal soul or something, no?

Anyway, I dumped it outside, thinking that it was gonna run free, but it just stumbled out of the trashcan and stopped. I poked it. It just stayed there all wet and barely breathing. Oh well, fuck it, I thought, and I went inside.

I couldn't sleep, so hours later (at 5am), I went to check on the mouse. There were millions of ants all over it! I thought it was dead, but as I looked closer, I could see it still breathing. I scooped the little fucker up in the shoebox lid and hosed it down with the hose. I got all the idiot ants off of it, but the mouse just laid there barely breathing. I put him back in the trashcan and took it into my bathroom.

I dried the little dude off with napkins, and then I threw a bunch of grains and a piece of fruit into the trashcan (I googled what mice eat), and then I covered it with a sock that had the other pair missing. It slowly tried to munch on the fruit. I went to sleep.

When I woke up I went into the bathroom and the little guy was jumping around everywhere and alive! I took him outside and dumped him out of the trashcan.

He ran away—fast as hell. He didn't even look back. He didn't even thank me. I got a little sad. I had saved that guy like three times: from drowning, from starving, from hypothermia, from being eaten by ants.

I saved a mouse.

I Never Asked to be Born! Stations in Life!

I grabbed my skull.  Oh!  I grabbed my skull!  But I didn't quite grab my skull.  I only put both of my hands on my head, and my head was made out of skin, hair, and all sorts of other shit, including a skull and a brain.  In that manner, I grabbed my skull.

And I huddled in a corner.  This corner was in a corner of a dimly lit room.  Yes, there was some light in there.  I didn't know where it was coming from.

What's my name!?  I didn't only ask the question in my head... I shouted it.  Well, my name is Danny Castro, and my name is Daniel Castro on my birth certificate, but I go by Danny.  Ok.  My name is Danny.

I grabbed my skull in the aforementioned manner.  I thought about my brother Ismael and all his wild ideas about light, color, and sight.  On his own, he had figured out that we never really see anything but reflections of light.  I never get to see Ismael Ismael, and Ismael never gets to see me me.  I tightened the grip on my skull.  Let me explain.

The human eye can only see because light shines into it.  If there were no light, the human eye would not be able to see what it sees.  The human eye is a mechanism that picks up light.  That light--and the colors and gradations of that light--is then interpreted by different parts of the brain, and then we "see" what light has reflected.  I'll try again.

If there is no light whatsoever, our eyes see nothing: only darkness.  They see nothing because no light enters into our eyes, and our eyes need light in order to see things.  So, all our eyes really see is light.  So, when there is light, what our eyes see is light reflected off of other things.  The sun shines on different parts of Ismael, and those are the parts that I see, so then I "see" Ismael, but what I really see is a reflection of Ismael.  The light.  Our eyes only see light.

I thought about that because, when I thought I was grabbing my skull, I was really grabbing a bunch of different things.  And when I think I am looking at something, I'm really only looking at the reflection of light off of that thing.

Oh!  Strange things filled my mind.  The room was empty, but there was a dim light coming from somewhere, and I was in a corner grabbing my skull.

All this honesty was thrashing around in my mind.

"What do I do?"  I thought to myself.  "I didn't ask to be born into this."  Outside of the door was waiting my normal life.  I was born in Southern California, and my parents loved me, and it was hard to swallow, because so many people were suffering around the world.

"I didn't ask to be born!"  My mind raged.

I imagined a twelve year old girl born with AIDS in Africa.  There in my corner all huddled up and grabbing my skull fiercely, I thought about her (I also thought about my perfect grammar).  She was poor.  She has had AIDS since she was born, and I forced myself to think hard about this.

She sat in an empty room clutching her skull.  Outside, there was chaos, and there were her siblings waiting for her to take care of them, because their parents were long dead.  The HIV had taken them away.  And her mind raged, "I didn't ask to be born!"

"What is fair?" I thought to myself.  Nothing is fair.  Is it fair that I was born in Southern California to a nice family and she was born in subsaharan Africa with AIDS?  Who the fuck decided to put us where we were born?  Why wasn't I born in subsaharan Africa, and why wasn't she born in Southern California?  Maybe she was?  Maybe I was?  Maybe we were all everybody, and maybe everybody was everybody else!  Why was I thinking so abstractly?  Mark done said, "Love your neighbor as yourself."  Maybe everybody was everybody!

I clutched, and I was losing my mind.  Nobody deserves anything.  I thought hard, and I thought logically.  There must be a god.  Ipso facto, when/how/why/where we were born was not arbitrary, nor meaningless.  Considering the massive implications of all of this, I came to a conclusion.

We are all orphans, to an extent.  What do we deserve?  Almost nothing.  But not nothing.  Something. We deserve something.  For he we are!  We exist!  What do we deserve?  Do we deserve to be rich?  Do we deserve to be poor?  We can't deserve those things, for we had no say in which station we should be born into.  What do we deserve then?  For, we do deserve something.

We deserve love.  Every single one of us deserves love from everyone else.  And we deserve to love everyone.  "Love your neighbor as yourself."  We should be hard on ourselves and on everyone else, in a loving way!  That's the way we should love ourselves and others!

We deserve the chance to be loved.  More importantly, we deserve the chance to love others.

And most importantly, we deserve the chance to be saved.

And so have we been.  Drowning and seemingly without hope for one last gasp of air, we have been saved.

Although it seems that nothing in this life is fair, there is hope and at least we do deserve something and not nothing.  That is fair.

I let go of my skull.  I walked out of my room.  I hugged my family.  I got on my computer.  I sent a couple bucks to whatever organization givewell.org told me to.

I went back to my room.  I closed the door.  I got on my knees.  I was humbled.  I don't deserve any of this.  Hell, I don't even deserve to be alive, probably.  I thanked god and I took George Harrison's advice: "Everything else can wait, but the search for God cannot wait; and love one another."

I heard U2 in the background.

I went back on my computer and thought about true love.