We strive, we achieve, we fail, and death is somewhere in that mix. Rely on yourself. Disregard the swinish multitudes. Root hog, or die.
She looks into the distance and grieves, and then, following the ancient advice given to swine, continues to “root hog,” lest she die… She roots beyond soap & water. She roots as sure as creation & compost are what they are. She roots as if the future does exist.
the Porcine Oracle