Fatalistic swine – every cliff has its measure
A priest dreams of pigs on an ancient cliff, and waking he understands that every cliff has its measure of fatalistic swine.
Discussion of interesting facts about or instances of pig-human interaction that just can’t help but give rise to an opinion.
A priest dreams of pigs on an ancient cliff, and waking he understands that every cliff has its measure of fatalistic swine.
Finance and disclosure? Well, it’s gone…. But, really, so what? Over time we lose every teat, every truffle.
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.
In early September I started to hear people whispering about the return of PSL’s – Pumpkin Spice Lattes. Speaking in hushed reverence, they praised the beginning of another season of the reign of ridiculous pumpkin spiced products. I tried to ignore the whispers of these addicts. September is, after all, but a gateway to Fall. It is the month when the sane among us try to hang on to the last vestiges of summer.
They had walked a bit together while he told her of death, Dharma and the postmortem continuity called rebirth. Too late, he realized he was an over rooting suitor, boring her with a lecture…