the story of the moral is

There was a man who'd never lived in a house. He knew what they were, but he'd never once thought of living in one even as he came upon them wandering through the forest, joyfully experiencing the things he encountered. After many lifetimes of wandering, he began to wonder why people lived in houses, because it seemed they were all as happy as he.

One day as he was walking he heard singing; a woman's voice more beautiful than anything he'd ever heard. Following the voice he came into a clearing, and in the clearing was a beautiful house that made him suddenly understand why people lived in houses. He knew he was welcome - he had a way of knowing things - so he walked right up to the house and entered. Standing in the middle of the room was the woman whose voice had led him there, and he knew she belonged with him, and he knew he would stay.

He looked around him, the house was perfect. It was a small house made for a small woman, he was not a big man, just a lot bigger than her. But he knew they were one, so it was a house made for him too.

They settled into their life together, and it was a beautiful life in a beautiful house that didn't fit that was made just for him. He still wandered the forest, but he never went very far from the beautiful woman and his beautiful house that didn't fit but was made just for him. As time passed the distance he wandered became shorter, and the times he left became less. One day he tried to leave the house to visit the forest, but he couldn't. Without noticing, he had tried to fit the house, and as time passed he had become more cramped, until his legs no longer knew how to stretch, his arms no longer knew how to reach, and his neck no longer knew how to carry his his head for wandering.