Heirloom of all swine
O lardpig, thy life is the heirloom of all the swine that once wallowed in these muse-haunted environs. You are like us all in the winds of eternity, more light as a leaf than important as lard.
Discussion of interesting facts about or instances of pig-human interaction that just can’t help but give rise to an opinion.
O lardpig, thy life is the heirloom of all the swine that once wallowed in these muse-haunted environs. You are like us all in the winds of eternity, more light as a leaf than important as lard.
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.
Breezes in the moonlight are messengers showing us soft white billowing pigs in the clouds above – billowing pigs with ears of silk. And underneath the cotton-nightcap trees wanders a little cold pig-snouted breeze.
Animals are a part of the human imagination, of humanity itself. We read our children stories of animals: “Once upon a time there was an old pig…” But pigs are not just vessels of deliciousness. Pigs are not beings that you can use as mere means. Pigs, and indeed all animals exist for their own reasons, they are not created for man.
For all you hear about the intelligence of pigs – smarter than dogs, as smart as dolphins – the pig’s greatest talent is for stubbornness. Pigs listen for no different drummers. They choose no less traveled paths. They seek no divine redemptions.