Watch them, white fluffy balls of wool on legs, floating around like grounded clouds grazing about without a care in the world. Ovis aries, a fairly narrow minded creature infamous for its ‘conformist’ tendencies; a reputation which has given rise to popular metaphorical jokes and societal critique. Believe me, this is no different. The content in this piece of emotion has been brewing in my head for months, held back by the lack of inspiration and the hesitation to put it all into words.
Ancient Sumerians may have seen sheep in some form of a divine existence. This was probably interpreted through their reliance on meat, wool, and milk, which came in abundance from the woolly mammal. Strangely enough this fallacy seems abundant in modern beliefs with the exception of a slight role change. Someone may just find comfort in knowing that they are part of a larger purpose, creating a blindfold of security to the eternal mystery of the universe. Just as a sheep will at random follow a flock of ignorant wanderers, humans will conform to sub-culture in the name of myth, morality, and superstition. Conformists, rolling their eyes in light of thought patterns like this, have often debated the existence of an afterlife with me. Tied into this deliberation is the condemnation I have experienced by those who seem to experience some divine right of judgement. I have had countless conversations that started with “you could die tomorrow…” which brings me to my million dollar question: what gives anyone the right to create a pedestal above another based on a fictitious understanding of life?
It doesn’t matter what you believe, just as long as your understanding of another person is never spiritually motivated to a point of superiority. Its well after midnight so I guess a case of caffeine induced insomnia spurred on this painting of emotion. Some sleep will do me good. Shall we count some sheep then?
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