Tear the truth from the undergrowth and lever open the doorway in the cave of our unbelief's.  Watch me do it if you don't believe.  The white dove and the downy chick are purer souls than you or I for they own nothing more than the feathers on their backs. 

Leg room for elephants is never a problem, they make their own.
For me I have no choice except to find a place that fits and slide myself into place - like a knife placed in the drawer - lined up, shiny and smooth and pointing in the right direction.
Not so the elephant, he owns the drawer.