We never know where we must go…




Meet my new neighbours… bahbours… they moved in yesterday. I am now living in a sheep sandwich…





Humans often use sheep as a metaphor for… for what exactly?


“The price of being a sheep is boredom. The price of being a wolf is loneliness. Choose one or the other with great care.” ― Hugh MacLeod



Let’s just say that if you do a search for the term ‘sheep’ in quotes, you’ll find a lot of words laced together by one human using the word ‘sheep’ to describe other humans, usually in not so complimentary ways… usually with the person speaking referring to others as ‘sheep’ or ‘sheeple’ in a condescending manner and considering themselves to be… what?… a lone wolf… or a fox… somehow better than and above this flock of ‘sheep’ they perceive to be in some way beneath them or not as intelligent as them or something like that which is very human and probably not sheep-like at all or wolf-like or anything other than human. HUmans tend to think that other humans are not able to see what they can see, and they feel the need to speak about their superiority by using their perceived inferiority of others to prove it.

Are they right, wrong, or something else? Who knows…


“You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity. At some time, every creature which lives must do so. It is the ultimate shadow, the defeat of creation; this is the curse at work, the curse that feeds on all life. Everywhere in the universe.” ― Philip K. Dick


It’s a human thing… foxes, wolves and sheep don’t do that sort of thing… that we know of… they may be enemies of a sort, but they may all agree about how they perceive humans. Again… who knows, we’re certainly not going to listen to them even if they spoke in clear human speak. They may choose not to ever speak in human speak if they could simply because they know there’s no point, we don’t listen unless those who are speaking are saying what we want to hear… or what we don’t want to hear and want to argue with to prove our point and disprove someone else’s… which is the same as not listening.

There are also humans who appreciate sheep, not just for what needs of ours they can fulfill, but also in other ways. There are those who use the metaphor in a positive way, those who see the value in being part of a group, a flock.


“I had chosen the path of the black sheep rather than that of the unicorns and puppies.” ― Magenta Periwinkle


There are humans who have learned to speak sheep, and the language of other animals, those whom we may refer to as animal ‘whisperers’ and consider them to have some mysterious power. Maybe they do. And there are those who translate the world of animals for us… although they often anthropomorphise and so we end up misinformed, maybe, yet in a happy way. Hearing what we want to hear. Animals are just like us… or we are just like them. We just look a bit different… is all.

Then there are those who see the symbolic meaning in the natural world… although the sheep as a totem animal or spirit guide or symbol is perhaps not as valued by humans as something more fierce. Most people want to be wolves or tigers or eagles. Something big and bad and clever and… awesome in our own eyes. A sheep… bah!


“The proof that the little prince existed is that he was charming, that he laughed, and that he was looking for a sheep. If anybody wants a sheep, that is a proof that he exists.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry


Humans are probably the most crazy of all of nature’s creations… there’s not much we can do about it, except maybe be aware of it, which may make us crazier, and find a way to accept it, very hard for humans to do, and live with it, we don’t have much choice about that other than… well, you know. As for living with each other… we try, sometimes we succeed, sometimes we have… issues.

We don’t really know what we’re doing or where we’re going with this thing called life… human life… we just do and go and hope for the best, prepare ourselves for the worst, maybe achieve a happy medium… perhaps.

We’re all… crazy, wild, natural… sheep, wolves, and everything else… we all belong on this weird planet we call Earth, Hurtling through whatever we think this planet is hurtling through or suspended in or whatever. We have our place even when we don’t like our space and want someone else’s… because they don’t use it as well as we would if we had it and other things like that.

We’re all in this together whether we like it or not, whether we think we are or not, whether we consider ourselves wolves, sheep, or something else.


“Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get… people, storms, guardian angels, or sheep….” ― John Muir


It’s kind of fun being human… I’m guessing it’s kind of fun being a sheep too. I don’t have any pics of wolves… but that’s probably fun to be too.