As for hearing, the sloth is not so much deaf as uninterested in sound.
When your own life is threatened, your sense of empathy is blunted by a terrible, selfish hunger for survival.
I cannot think of a better way to spread the faith. No thundering from a pulpit, no condemnation from bad churches, no peer pressure, just a book of scripture quietly waiting to say hello, as gentle and powerful as a little girl's kiss on your cheek.
You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.
I turned around, stepped over the Zebra and threw myself overboard.
Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness--how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I've got!