Greener Pastures
Dreaming of pastures, land full of fountains, thirst resting upon the mouth- never quite seeking nourishment, only fulfillment. But will you ever be full if all you notice is the grass? Will you ever be full if all you notice is the cow upon it and not your pastured self, being pulled from both sides to keep those seeking your service from running dry? Greener grass or a greener diet? Greener pastures or the green-eyed monster? Perception traps the pasture inside a single reality. And you, the cow, keep thinking you're milking it while they're milking you— feeding you the illusion that you are not the cow. Courage the cowardly cow. The farmers are leaving the farm while the cows remain trapped in the kraal, leading themselves from pasture to pasture, meeting visitors from every walk of life— cows who escaped their own enclosures, each carrying a different story of what freedom was supposed to look like. Don't recreate their pasture. Take what you can from the encounter. A ...