Up in those beautiful Austrian mountains, I happened on these content cows. I thought in observing them about how they always lived free in their green pastures always expecting another happy day even as they knowingly awaited that day of reckoning at the butcher’s door.
But they were happy living their years in this anticipation.
And so did, I thought, those so many families and their children, policemen, bystanders, who worked and lived happily in their familiar neighborhoods, but they had no anticipation of a day of reckoning, not so knowingly, not so abruptly and certainly not so deadly.
We live in a world where cows seem to have more common sense than those who claim statesmanship