Nirvignam kuru me deva...

Dedicated to pyl, who is teaching me without even knowing it, to be less dark and wordy.

Our little heffalump wakes bright and early and saunters leisurely to the stairs. His little brother, younger by about ten years, is still fast asleep (or pretending to be, at any rate).
He makes a bee-line for the kitchen. First things first, cater to the belly and all the rest will sort itself out. Storing some extra snacks in his trunk, he steps out of the house and spies the peacock he got for his brother last Christmas. Now, he's no Indian giver - although he is Indian and he is very, very giving - but his brother won't notice a thing and he'll be back in a flash!
He doesn't need to look both ways before riding into traffic - his two wide eyes do the work of 40 billion. Besides, he need but blink and the blockage will disappear. Listening carefully to the thoughts of all around him, he waves his fan-like ears and ponders.
His pondering is simple. It's 2 + 2 = 4 to him. It all sounds intricately complex from a human's point of view, but our hero is not a human. To him, the enormity of information that has just entered his ears and that must be now be processed is a light, comforting breeze. He knows the outcomes, and he just need arrange the pieces so the grandest of chess tournaments can grind to a sweet checkmate. The end. finito.
But the best part is... the end is just the beginning. And we all know he's in charge of beginnings.

So relax. When Master Heffalump is above us, around us, among us, within us - when he's there... we're safe. He's making sure we're doing whatever needs to be done.
He's doing it Himself like he's always done.
Sarvakaryeshu sarvada.