For
reasons not entirely clear, cows have always fascinated
humanity. Nobody can really point out why, but something about them is inherently
cool. In
India they were worshiped as
gods. In
America cow tipping is a national pastime. They are a central part of the video game
Earthworm Jim. They are all over
NYC. They are the
staple of
The Far Side. Wherever we turn, the cows are
there.
Perhaps, however, this love of cows ingrained in the human
psyche is not so unusual after all. They give us
beef to eat. They give us
milk to drink. They give us
leather to wear. And all while keeping the world turning, they walk
peacefully around their fields with a
eternally
blissful look.
So why is humanity
obsessed with cows? Could it be that they
embody all of those characters we wish we
possessed. Do each of us
yearn to be a
productive yet
happy member of society? Do each of us have an
inner cow yearning to be released?
Or am I full of
bull?