Like a noble steed,charging at life with every good intention to overcome my own defenses, my own faults and failures; Leaping and bounding over my loss and pain and sufferings. Happily racing, full stride into the sun. Finding myself, tossed away, in some unknown and unintentional direction, like a broken pony, from a runaway carrousal. And I wonder, if it's no coincidence, that the grand carrousal should always represent great and noble creatures, in it's ever turning stables.
Does the horse know, that it is grander than the ass? The eagle, more noble than the chicadee? Does the fox regard himself sly; or the owl think himself wise? No, I think not. Only man projects such characteristics of mankind on earths creatures. For them, it's only thier beastly nature; For us, it's our own nature to be all these things, but in truth; We cannot be anymore than the nature, that God projects upon us.