"She went on growing, and growing, and very soon had to kneel down on the floor: in another minute there was not even room for this, and she tried the effect of lying down with one elbow against the door, and the other arm curled round her head. Still she went on growing, and, as a last resource, she put one arm out of the window, and one foot up the chimney, and said to herself `Now I can do no more, whatever happens. What will become of me?"
Sometimes we are too big or too small for places, dreams, clothes, or a situation in our midst, and when that happens, we no longer fit there. Our volume does not fit. The same is with Alice - her volume is too big for the Rabbit House. Sometimes everybody feels in the same way.
The struggles are always the same - colors and the little bricks I have. It would be nice if I had red bricks for the roof