…s of the beauty and wonder of the world, not just the base greed, status, and envy that we glorify. It was a reminder that lying in the green grass on a warm day, looking up at clouds is as nourishing to the mind and soul as food is to the body, that it’s not just a folly for the privileged or a distraction for the vain, but a panacea for the insanity of society.
However, even back in the day, there was always someone yelling, “Get up off the grass, y’damn fool, and get back to your chores! Them hogs ain’t gonna feed themselves, y’know!” But the old critics passed away, the old poets died, and only the poetry remains. And no one remembers the hogs. Well, with some exceptions:
I am so always glad to see
My darling sweet Penelope;
I can’t begin to tell you how
I care about that darling sow!