A pig’s life usually consists of a small collection of events, the last of which decisively changes the meaning of the whole. This is because the events in a pig’s life are arranged in an order that is not chronological but rather corresponds to a proportion and provision.
Husbandry once suggested that pigs think in herds and so find comfort in the press of crowds. For humans, crowds excite our discontent.and reminded of the cureless certainties of all our lives – toil, death and ignorance of our fate. Pigs and man alike need a private wallow for quiet study and meditation and so dispel the feelings of foreboding that arise in the crush and drift crowds.
The moon’s wordless cycles are explanations – a trundle of narrative, probability and admonition. By its cycles we plan the best days to castrate farm animals, leave an infant at the monastery door or when to plant and sow.
For thousands of years, pigs have grunted, squealed and perished, butchered in back alleys, side yards and behind arched cellar doors, the cobbles, dirt, and grass running blood.
National Pig Day 2014 – Porkopolis.org salutes the noble pig on this, their national day.
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