I found this in the original Obsidian vault I used to organize this project.
A pleasant spring rain patters at my window as I write. Thunder rolls across the sky. For me, a relaxing evening. For my dear little forest flyer, a terror beyond comprehension. As I perch here I can feel it digging its tiny claws into my back, trying to bury itself in my fur. As far as it knows, whatever horror is creating those noises could bring death upon it at any moment. I wish that I could tell it that the thunder is nothing to worry about in a way it could understand, but its animal intelligence is limited. The gulf between it and I is too vast to be bridged.
Yet am I not also an animal? What unfathomable realities lie outside my comprehension? What dwells beyond the veil of mortal understanding? What horrors? What ecstasies? As great as is the span between myself and my dear pet, how much greater is the infinite yawning gap between myself and The Light?