Cows Moo: Thoughts from the Top of a Hill.
This morning, ny economics professor was talking about something (I wasn’t exactly paying attention) and he started using this extended metaphor.
He asked us to pretend we have never seen a cow before. Then he asked if he took bits of cow - the bones, the meat, the milk, the fat - and laid them individually on the floor, would we know it’s a cow?
But when you drive along the highway and see farms with cows atop the hill, you know it’s a cow. It moos, it eats, it stands aound, it shits. It shits a lot. All those little individual bits of cow are working together to make a living thing.
His metaphor got me thinking - if we weren’t just bits of cow, would we still be in this predicament we are now? Would this country cease to be individual pieces of flesh and bone and come together to be an entity that stands proudly atop a hill?
As partisan as we are, we can’t afford to become more divided. If we keep following the path we’re on, eventually we’ll be put through the meat grinder in some Upton Sinclair yarn.
