Sometimes the tent is deliberately kept small because the tentmaster is afraid that people who might enter the tent won't be just like him. Sort of like this enchanting poem....
Barnabus Browning
Was scared of drowning,
So he never would swim
Or get into a boat
Or take a bath
Or cross a moat.
He just sat day and night
With his door locked tight
And the windows nailed down,
Shaking with fear
That a wave might appear,
And cried so many tears
That they filled up the room
And he drowned.
"Fear" by Shel Silverstein
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