My daughter commented yesterday that she thought the title of my blog was "feminine". I am not sure why she thinks that, but it did help me realize that it would probably be beneficial to some if I explained my choice of titles and themes.
Sheep are animals who can generally be found standing peacefully in a field of grass with no purpose in life; and no direction that was not predetermined by a sheep dog. Sometimes as life gets to me in the many ways that it does, I feel like a sheep aimlessly wandering around a field. So metaphorically we may all be sheep.
When I started thinking about what I wanted my blog to represent, it's that paradigm that I found most interesting. We were raised as sheep and we raise our kids to be sheep and every single day we allow society to make us more sheep like. We need to accept responsibility for ourselves and not follow the path that everyone else follows. At times that is easier said then done! Mind you this is not a blog about rising up to overthrow the government like the animals overthrew the farmer in George Orwell's book Animal Farm. This is more the Pink Floyd song Sheep:
Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away
Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air
You better watch out
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel
What a surprise
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is no bad dream
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by
With bright knives He releaseth my soul
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places
He converteth me to lamb cutlets
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we shall rise up
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water
Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead
You better stay home and do as you're told
Get out of the road if you want to grow old
