(muzzles usually are to keep one from biting)
I was drawn in my childhood and youth to spirituals, like "I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger, traveling though this world of woe. There is no sickness, no toil or danger in that home to where I go." I would wander my home singing this though not having suffered such as the lyrics described. However, it was a perspective that took root in my life in the truth that we are strangers, sojourners in this world.