Dad and I were discussing the apparent insanity in the world, in people mainly. The deep sea oarfish rolling up dead along the Pacific coast was what got the conversation started. But, cows had gotten up in the field that same day and found the clover patch and it seemed synchronistic. White mama cow eyed me indignantly, as I made my way up the hill. If I’d had a stoop and a milk pale, perhaps our friendship would have blossomed.
The point that it has taken a while to get around to is one of basic morality. Do what you will and harm none, especially not the innocent. This song rings a bell as I contemplate:
“Bless the beast and the children/ For in this world they have no voice/ They have no choice..” – The Carpenters.