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Well there it is. There's nothing to do.
the cat steals the milk and it's gone.
Then the cat steals you, and your found
Days later with milk on your face.

That implies that you become whoever
steals you.....................................

from "WHEN THE CAT STOLE THE MILK" by Robert Bly
 
As Robert Bly put it::
Well there it is.  There’s nothing to do.
 The cat steals the milk and it’s gone.
 Then the cat steals you, and you’re found
 Days later, with milk on your face.
That implies that you become whoever
 Steals you.  The trees steal a man,
 And an old birch becomes his wife
 And they live together in the woods.
Some of us have always wanted
 God to steal us.  Then our friends
 Would call each other, and print
 Posters, and we would never be found.

I hear these words when ever I see this picture.
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