I am Platypus.  I am unique.  I am a reminder of by-gone times.

         I am Platypus.  I break the mold.  I trample all over you neat little lists.

         I am Platypus.  You made your lists to put everything--all Life--in its place.

         But I am Platypus.  I am mammal laying eggs.  I do not fit within your lists.  I am outside your pigeon holes.

         I am Platypus.  Not everything--or everyone--fits neatly into little boxes.  Individuality still counts.

         I am Platypus.  Your lists may help you understand.  Your boxes may make everything neat.  But Spirit cannot be so defined or so contained--unless you permit it.

         I am Platypus.  Allow your Spirit to have its freedom.  Be what your Spirit dictates.  Do not be less that what you are because of others' expectations.