Sometimes, the treasure is not expected result that you get but your story itself. It is a fable story of it.

Strange to think how I feel no one can ever see me but it’s like I have a target painted on my back… just follow the knives. The Indivisible Invisible… the mess inside this shell that everyone tends to ignore; am I really keeping it together?

Lawrence goes over the top and compares a tortoise to Christ.

Lawrence feels guilty about watching tortoises in love but goes on observing them anyway.

Lawrence begins to observe a tortoise trying to gain a lover.

A tortoise makes no emotional impression on his parents.

Lawrence reflects on the nature of the tortoise shell.

The first of six poems Lawrence wrote about the adventures of a wild tortoise.

Poem.

I stumbled through the lesson life taught me.