Once upon a time, there was a rabbit and that rabbit one day was struck by a sudden yet unexpected urge to start running so she did and as she set into action, the rabbit realized there was no good reason she was running as there was nothing chasing her and there was nothing in particular that she was running to but damn did it feel good to run, she thought to herself as she found her way through the endless field chasing the nothing beneath the sun and wondering why she’d never really done this and also wondering if maybe the calling of her life was to just run for no good reason and passing by her fellow rabbits who looked at her at first in curiosity and later as she continued to run they then looked at her in astonishment that this rabbit could just go and go and go and seemed to have some sort of endless internal engine that drove her onward in what felt like forever and as soon as those rabbits saw their friend running through the forest, those rabbits saw her disappear into the forest and into the night where the rabbit found herself for maybe the first time truly alone and unsure what to do with this newfound solitude and as she continued to run with no end in sight the rabbit had plenty of time to ask herself was this in fact solitude or was it loneliness that she was experiencing surrounded by the trees and beneath the stars at night and then of course the rabbit realized how very absurd it was to feel alone when she was surrounded by the trees and beneath the stars at night on such a truly beautiful night and with that, also a night that she would never forget because for her entire life she had always wondered what it was that was in this forest and here she was finding out and in a sense as she acknowledged that it was in fact just a forest what she came to truly discover was she was free and with her freedom she came to find that she wasn’t running through the forest at night to the point of exhaustion but instead it seemed the longer she ran the longer she was able to run and when she got to the far end of that forest she was faced with a choice to keep going or to turn around and the rabbit kept running and running past the end of the Earth, which is round but does in fact have an end and into the sky where the rabbit became the stars that kept her company in the lonely night of the forest.
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