“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
Walt Whitman. About to go to bed for the night, playing the Doors’ Crystal Ship or Texas Big Beat; these lines sprang to mind. Today was a sunny day. A bloke mowing the lawn next door had an old bulldog in tow, which could barely move. His main objective was to get out of the sunlight; sitting on the concrete footpath & be patted by me was ok too.
I re-read the majesty & humanism of these lines & reckon Whitman could have written a mighty fine bible & started a splendid religion, one I would have followed.
By contrast, a well known Sydney arch-conservative & homophobic bigot Fred Nile was interviewed in the newspaper & without a skerrick of embarrassment announced that he never said anything vindictive. The man who annually prayed for rain on Mardi Gras parade night; this year his prayer was answered, god must have been worn out with Nile’s importuning.