Every morning, the swineherd would read to those of his charges that would listen. For who could say just when or how one of them might depart the common heard on some transcendent path.
Rise free from care with the dawn and seek adventures. Forget the swineherd and his horn. Let the noon sun find you by other mud baths, and the night moon overtake you anywhere in faraway meadows.
Grow wild according to thy nature. There are no larger fields than where you are, and no worthier mysteries than those you choose to root.
— anonymous swineherd to his charges