A finch is unaware of politics. A finch searches for food, sings for a mate, and builds a nest. A finch is unconcerned with rank. A finch is unconcerned with protocol. A finch simply sings. He already sings for me. He calls to me. He wants me. A finch must seek out its mate. He does seek me. But he expects me to give myself over to him. He has worked enough. His song is enough. Perhaps I should sing in return. Call to my mate. Live as a finch. Provide for myself, my mate, and my offspring. Just sing.