It was a cold damp and mystic dog walk this morning. Lots of etherealness everywhere. Tons of firmament. Sharp noises cut through the air, I assumed made by the winged animals, though for the most part I did not see them. I could hear occasional howling behind fences. People passed us by in their mobile self contained artifical climate pods. We trudged on.
I've come to the realization that there are lots of things I'll never experience.
What is socially acceptable in the dog world, is quite frowned upon in human society.
For thousands of years, people have been buying things and reselling them at a profit. How on earth did that come about?
Every person you've ever heard of, now and throughout history, is just a tiny tiny fraction of all the people who've ever existed. The best most people can hope for is to have their name remembered by their great-grandchildren.
Sometimes I look out at our property and wonder what I could do to make it look more rednecky.
Once I witnessed a local deputy-sheriff in Ashland Kentucky being yelled by a secret-service agent. That's not something you see every day. I'd wager most people on this planet have never seen that.