The happy place

I had hoped to find some exciting treasures in the cat litter box — maybe a fossilised dinosaur bone or a golden figurine — as I was busily performing sort of an archeological dig in there — but found nothing of value.

Is there a lesson to be learned from this excavation?

A lesson, maybe, in the futility of hoping for what cannot be?

A hope, maybe, to find meaning where there is none?

But from where, then, did this golden figurine of wisdom come?

I excavated it, just now, from the cat litter box.