Who, What, Where, When, Why and How have a way of taking up too much time except in gossip and the news. A lot of noise but nothing much significant comes from it.
If twenty cows go out but only nineteen come back, that’s cause for concern. If twenty-one come back it is time to celebrate.
Traveling the back roads of the United States there are plenty of places that look similar to the pastureland pictured above. The difference is that this was taken along the road from Colonia to Montevideo in Uruguay. Minds have the same setup in normal homo sapiens no matter where you are in the world. Many are waiting for the cows to come home or the chickens to come in to roost. I wonder why this is?
This is a good question, Amorella, particularly if the people have never seen either the cows or the chickens. Expectation and speculation becomes more of the same. You have to sell the news even if there isn’t any. Fiction or nonfiction, it really doesn’t make any difference. A purple cow one day and a blue one the next. I think the mind has been sold so many bill of goods it doesn’t much care one way or another. Wherever there’s a working pastureland there is bound to be BS roosting at the bottom of it.
And, here you are orndorff, back to one of your same old pastureland thoughts, ‘Cheer up, things are bound to get worse.’
It helps to keep my expectations low so when something good happens, as it does from time to time, I can be pleasantly surprised.
This reminds you of an old adage heard long ago from your wife’s Scottish grandfather, “The sun never sets on the British Empire and the tax collector never sleeps.”
Strange that I am reminded of that old saying, but I don’t mind paying my taxes. Civilization costs one way or another. People who think they can get something for nothing are knee deep.
Would you put those people who don’t want to pay taxes out to pasture?
No. Let them complain. People complain no matter what. There is too much noise. See, I’m complaining too.
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