First. I clearly missed my calling - inspirational artwork. Second. I know the difference between a "drinky" cow and a "nummy" cow. Sadly, the test audience (my dog) didn't. So. Artistic license. For the sake of "humor".

Silly Sunday! This is an "other side" joke. Because. Cows are red/green colorblind. So. I feel their pain. A bonus ponder ... about "lost" characters. I'd bet. The sun is the dark one - and the moon is the light one.

Long, long, long ago - during that age referred to as adolescence - my favorite character for visual rhetoric was "Ghost Cow". Yep. As bad as it sounds. An annoying "moooooooo" used as a rebuttal against stupid premises.

Something Sunday? Our collective imagination is filled with stories of gods, aliens, spirits, machines - and so on - with unlimited and unchecked power. Are these fantasies the personification of our deepest freudian desires?

Yeah. The world is a dumpster fire. And. I am fortunate to be where I am. When I am. But. Still. We are each entitled to moments - as sentient beings - to ask … WTF am I here?

We spend the first half of life being taught. But. Few dedicate the second half to learning. Why? Because we become children blanketed in false wisdom. And? It is discomforting to awake in darkness realizing we know nothing.

Continuing this thread. Everything. Everyone. Related. Someway. Somehow. My mother spent her childhood summers on the family farm in the Akron area. In the house where her catatonic grandmother “rocked” in her chair.

Yeah. I guess this is the best I can do today. At least I tried. Afterall. It's the lack of thought that counts. Moo.

All primitive economies are predicated on the movement of goods. And they advance in distinct stages. The earliest revolve entirely around food. To progress to civilization requires agriculture and its surplus. Next industry. Then technology. Can we make the final leap? To a "post scarcity" world.