Gee,Gee wrote:No. No. Horseshit does not give us meaning; it gives us tomatoes. Grandma always said that cow manure was alright, but horseshit was better, and she grew some lovely tomatoes. Sweet and huge tomatoes. Damned, I miss her.Greylorn Ell wrote: However, they may provide plenty of fodder for those seeking to extract meaning from horseshit.
Greylorn
Gee
Seems like Grandma will remain with you. She's still around, probably playing the same game with a different piece in a new place, if my theories are even in the same forest as the deer I shot at ran into. You've likely affected her life as well. Isn't it so much better to miss her than to have forgotten her?
Back in Wisconsin our family of five grew our own wonderful veggies on a 2000 sq.ft. garden with the help of chicken shit, spread over the garden atop the winter snow, giving it time to age. IMO even better than horse shit. I've had my hands in all kinds of shit, thanks to some plumbing repairs. Perfect training for a philosophy forum, where participants, myself included, oft mistake cow manure for bullshit, and either form for "truth."
Greylorn