The Base

He’s been stuffed underneath a wine barrel, in the stove, in the hay and in the attic by his own mother, so it must mean he’s an embarrassment to the family. He’s not worth looking at, not worth smelling or touching, and so he expects nothing from this life.

But in spite of all that, he’s given a job – not a grand or powerful one like being a king or a count, but one that suits the dust in which he crawled out from. And others may pity him because he’s at the bottom of the pyramid, but they can only do so because they’ve already set their eyes on the peak.

He’s the foundation that elevates others, and even though it’s often a thankless job, he can think of no place he’d rather be than where he belongs.

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